I’ve been sitting here thinking about the fact that tomorrow is September 11th. The 13th anniversary of that fateful day. I remember it so vividly.
I was home from work when we got a call from my aunt to look on the news, a plane had just crashed into the WTC. I remember her saying she thought it must be a hijacker situation.
My daughter was one year old at the time. I had her down for a nap when the first tower fell. I couldn’t believe what I was watching. I couldn’t stop crying. Thinking of all those people still inside. I remember trying to stop crying and having to take a shower to calm myself down.
I was so scared after that. When they finally allowed the planes back in the sky, every one of them made me nervous. I was so naive before that day. Never thinking something like this could happen. Not here, not in America!
I thought (and still think) about the future we are paving out for our children. It’s a crazy, CRAZY world we live in, but even so, the most important thing to me is family. I don’t know how someone can be filled with so much hate that they are capable of such horrible things. Maybe their family’s didn’t show them that love? I do know that I can’t dwell on that type of thing. Especially if I’d like to remain sane.
I do trust in God’s plan and I do know that the majority of folks on this earth are good. So on this day, September 11th, 2014, pause for a few moments between diaper changes, and backpack packing to remember those families that were suddenly torn apart, and just hug your loved ones, lift them up, help them, hold them.
I know one thing, I am a blessed girl with a wonderful family and group of friends. I hope you know, I appreciate you all SO much! xoxo