I was talking to a good friend on the phone, and he mentioned that he was really happy for us. This statement took me aback, as I hadn't really thought much in terms of being happy. I thought about it a little, and decided that I was not happy for us, but rather that I was proud of us.

We have a lot of things to be grateful for, and a lot of things that didn't go nearly as well as we hoped. I think all of us are showing our strengths, coping well, and rising to a difficult occasion, which will continue to be difficult for at least a few months.