Today is the anniversary of one of the biggest events in U.S. history. It’s hard (if not impossible) to get through September 11 without remembering where we were, or what we were doing, or how we were feeling….when terrorists attacked our safe, peaceful country. A guy I went to high school with died. So did many, many others. And families were broken and scared and will never be the same.

As I remember and honor today, I have to say that diabetes feels very, very small. I wonder how I could complain about a low blood glucose interrupting my day, or the challenge of eating less and exercising more. Days like today give me perspective–not just about diabetes, but about life in general. It’s pretty precious.

Thirteen years ago I was holding my one-year-old baby boy. Now I have two adolescent kids. And diabetes. And the diabetes is pretty small.