Later this week I'll write a newsy post full of pictures, but for right now I wanted to take a minute to acknowledge the nineteen hotshot firefighters who were killed while battling a wild land fire not far from their home. The whole state is grieving right now in a way I haven't observed since September
11th. I think several things affected the way this tragedy has impacted me. Living in the beautiful tinderbox that is Northern Arizona makes me profoundly grateful for the work hotshots do; lots of lives, homes, and gorgeous places would be lost without their efforts. Also, being married to my own amazing man and best friend makes me so very sad for the wives and fiancées of the ones who died, and their children too. Most of the firefighters wherein their twenties and their kids are so young to lose their daddies. Finally, my own baby boys got extra kisses the past cople days. One day they'll be grown and although I have no idea what they'll aspire too I know that they'll be courageous and sacrificial like their Papa and they could be fighting fires in twenty years.
It seems so trite and over expressed but Blake and I are entirely sincere in our gratitude for the sacrifice of the Granite Mountain Hotshots and their loved ones who miss them.
I echo the sentiments. And we should all be praying for the 20th guy in the crew who survived. He was serving as look-out and was moving their truck when they were caught in the fire. I can't imagine what that poor guy is going through right now.
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