I wasn't sure if and when I would open up about this on my blog. But it has been something that has been weighing on my heart for some time now. On the surface to many my life looks great. I have been married for 9 years to a wonderful husband and have two beautiful kids. I also completed my first half marathon in May, and I'm working on other goals. On the surface life is good. But beneath the surface, I had a painful experience. This event happened a year ago today, and it has been the second hardest thing I've had to deal with in my life. It's difficult to talk about, but I would like to open up about it. During my life, I've had friends who have come and gone. But I hadn't had many best friends. Growing up, I remember watching my sister make friends with seemingly little effort. I wished that I could do that, but I was quite shy. Fortunately, my sister's friends would hang out with me as well. When I went to Bible School in Ecuador I started to open up