remembering, again

This overcast morning I sit here and read blogs, but seven years ago today, right around this time of morning, I was just entering 3rd period ap english when I heard about it. I thought it was a joke at first, then nicole screamed and ran out of the room and reality and panic set in. Dad's meeting there, hours of wondering because there was no cell service, then finally relief when my mom said he was still on the freeway, not in the bottom of the world trade center like he normally was on that tuesday of the month. We all felt so much worry and panic... high schoolers just left school, walked right out and no one even cared or noticed. Chels and I ended up at her house, where we cried, watched the news, and panicked until we fell asleep, to wake up to the smell of brownies in the oven (Chels said her mom bakes when she is worried or stressed--- a trait I hope to adopt as a mother) and feel instantly comforted. It was all so long ago, it's hard for me to believe that the feelings are still so fresh.


Today I'm sad for those who lost someone they love, and proud of my husband for serving his country. I wonder what we are {still} doing over there, but I'm proud that my husband is taking his turn, even though it is hard for him and requires him to sacrifice his time more than he'd like. I love you, darling, and thank you for not only this sacrifice on behalf of all of us, but for the daily sacrifices that are just for me.