I was going to write about something else today, but I had a hard time sleeping last night and decided that what I really wanted to do was write about the anniversary of 9-11. I appreciate the fact that, as a nation, we pause and reflect together. For so many families, everything changed that day.
Just like my parents’ generation and the Kennedy assassination, we all know where we were when the planes hit the World Trade Center. We were stationed at Ft. Campbell, KY, and our son had turned exactly ten months old that day. I was feeding him peas in his high chair (the taste made him cry) when the news came on TV. I wept as events unfolded throughout the day; I’m sure many of you did, too.
My mother was still alive, and I was on the phone with her since my husband was out of the country on a training trip. They came home quickly, though, and prepared to leave again for “real.” We had friends at the Pentagon, and Amy’s father was one of the fire chiefs on site in Virginia that day as the fire raged.
What’s happened since:
So many lives were lost that day, and have been lost in the 13 years of war that have followed. We are blessed to have quite a few military spouses who read our blog (part of the sisterhood that I cherish and depend on) and I’ll bet they all can name far too many friends who have sacrificed their lives in the service of this country. Memorial Day doesn’t come just once a year anymore as we mark anniversaries of loss, and 9-11 is one of those days when we all pause and remember together.
We make a huge effort NOT to be political on this blog, because that’s not what we’re about, and I’m proud to say that regardless of our various deeply held and personal feelings about the war, the American people embrace our servicemen and women and honor their sacrifices. My husband and I often feel appreciated to the point of embarrassment–hopefully that makes sense and doesn’t sound ungrateful!
Other than those first ten months of Connor’s life, my kids have never known peacetime. Their normal is that their dad is away as much as he is home, and while I pray that will change in the future, I am also on-my-knees grateful that at least he continues to come home safely when so many have not.
Photo Credit: Sweet Peony Photography
So while I (obviously) love the fun and the frivolous as much as the next girl, and will be back with more of it tomorrow, thanks for taking the day off with me to pause, reflect, and remember.
NSDQ/LNSDQ!
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