Monday was also the day that tragedy struck the Boston Marathon.
I awoke that morning giddy with anticipation of what was to be one of the greatest dining experiences of my life. In an instant, that feeling was ripped away and replaced with gut-wrenching horror. See, from the prospective of a marathon runner, there is no better feeling than seeing your family at the finish line, cheering your name with smiles 26.2 miles wide. To think that someone was determined to take that away from me and every other racer made me physically sick to my stomach. Paralyzed with fear for my sister, my friends, and people I didn't even know but for whom my heart broke regardless, I spent the rest of the day in bed, teetering between sadness and anger, refreshing my Twitter feed and listening to news for so much as an inkling of good news.
Mere hours after the incident, we arrived at The French Laundry to a symbol of respect and honor:
We must move on, but never forget. We must live our lives normally, but as we do, occasionally take the time to recognize and be thankful for all that surrounds us.
Whether you dine at The French Laundry, your local coffee shop, an In-N-Out or in your mother's kitchen, be sure to thank someone involved for all that they do, because at any instant, it can all be taken away.