As I reflect on this day I am reminded of that fateful morning a few days into my sophomore year of high school as my mom woke me up for school. I could tell she had been crying. She told me a plane had crashed in the World Trade Center. I went into her room, snuggled in her bed, saw the second plane hit, towers collapse, and other horrific events unfold right there on live television. I was late to school that morning.
September 11, 2001 shook our country. It’s a somber day…a day so many stories were forever altered.
September 11, 2010 I watched a different story unfold. It was the day that Michael asked me to marry him. I remember the day so well. Every. little. detail. This day has a new meaning for our future. This time one of hope and love. May those who experienced loss on this day find a way to see the promise of good, hope, and love in their own story.
Babe, I am so ready!