Where were you?
As I was on the way to carry my little angel to the babysitter this morning I was listening to the radio. The question arose as to where you were on 9/11/01. Do you remember? As I listened the stories became all the same. They were heading to carry their children to school, going to work, stuck in traffic. As you listen to these stories on the phone you remember where you were. I for one was already at work unknowing what was going on but then when we turned the news on and saw it all I remember my heart sinking and the fast beating of it wondering how this could happen here. What was going to happen next.
I remember going home to hug my soon to be husband a little tighter that night and hoping for the best. We watched the news that night and sat there talking about things. Not long after that he decided to reenlist into the national guard where he thought that he would stay in the U.S. to help out with security here. Sounded alright to me but then he found they were heading off to Iraq. That is when things started hitting hard. We made the decision to have the baby that we had talked about having down the line. That was being tossed about and sure enough Jessica had her own mind set to join me in the mix to keep my mind off of the separation from John. Thankfully God knows what is best.
It has been 5 years since this tragedy occurred. 5 years that some have forgotten what happened to many different degrees. Did you forget? Do you forget to hug your child(ren) at night and tell them how much you love them? Do you let the days, weeks, months slip by without contacting your family and telling them how much you love them? Do you appreciate all things that you are given? Yes you are given rights, freedoms, nice things by God's grace.
On the T.V. this past weekend were stories of the crashes that just saddened my heart deeply. The children that lost their loved ones. The babies that will never know the parents. Then you have the many men and women that stepped up to help the victims out. The ultimate sacrifices for some are the saddest for us to grasp.
For all of our military, firemen, policemen, and paramedics I say thank you very much for providing us a safe place to raise our kids. Remember to smile and give thanks to those around you.
I remember going home to hug my soon to be husband a little tighter that night and hoping for the best. We watched the news that night and sat there talking about things. Not long after that he decided to reenlist into the national guard where he thought that he would stay in the U.S. to help out with security here. Sounded alright to me but then he found they were heading off to Iraq. That is when things started hitting hard. We made the decision to have the baby that we had talked about having down the line. That was being tossed about and sure enough Jessica had her own mind set to join me in the mix to keep my mind off of the separation from John. Thankfully God knows what is best.
It has been 5 years since this tragedy occurred. 5 years that some have forgotten what happened to many different degrees. Did you forget? Do you forget to hug your child(ren) at night and tell them how much you love them? Do you let the days, weeks, months slip by without contacting your family and telling them how much you love them? Do you appreciate all things that you are given? Yes you are given rights, freedoms, nice things by God's grace.
On the T.V. this past weekend were stories of the crashes that just saddened my heart deeply. The children that lost their loved ones. The babies that will never know the parents. Then you have the many men and women that stepped up to help the victims out. The ultimate sacrifices for some are the saddest for us to grasp.
For all of our military, firemen, policemen, and paramedics I say thank you very much for providing us a safe place to raise our kids. Remember to smile and give thanks to those around you.
posted by Christy at 7:10 AM
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