I woke up to a phone call.
"Turn on the TV!"
So, I did.
Right in time to see the second plane hit.
My life would never be the same again.
I never think of September 11th, without thinking of Bailey. She was only 6 weeks old on 9-11-01. There I sat as a first time Mom, clutching my newborn to my chest, crying, thinking that the world was ending. I couldn't believe that I had just brought a new baby into this kind of world.
I remember watching the news and the video clips, over and over and over for a week. I remember being sad, when the world returned to it's "previously scheduled programs", because it meant that we were moving on and forgetting. People were extra kind and extra helpful and extra patriotic during those first few days. I didn't want us to all move on and forget those acts of kindness.
Being pregnant, my thoughts turn to the children closely affected by 9-11. Those that lost a Mom. Those that lost a Dad. Those that weren't born yet. Those that have to grow up with a hole in their lives.
My heart goes out to them. It must be comforting for them to know that the entire world mourns with them today.