How a few hours changes everything...

As we all know, just a few hours after my last post the tragic bombing occurred. All the excitement of the day abruptly turned to shock and despair. Being in Boston that day was surreal. Going on the streets that night and the next day...,it was such a somber atmosphere. Caleb wearing his blue marathon jacket and people stopping him asking if he ran the marathon and when he said yes the response was "I'm sorry".

Thankfully, he finished almost 2 hours prior to the bombing and we were both safely back at the hotel when the bombs went off. He had a good race and really got to experience the full Boston race experience with a PR of 3:02 (a 6:59 split...yeah, he's super fast!). We did make the most of our time and saw a few more sights before we headed back to Dallas. It's a trip we will not forget, for so many reasons. Caleb did qualify to go back...he says its too soon to make that call. I would love to go back as a spectator :).

We're thankful for the Lords provision over us and I was so thankful to be home with all 4 of us under the same roof.

Here are the rest of the photos via iPhone :