what i remember

As we greet this day I am surprised at how the anniversary has affected me. I knew I was deeply impacted by the events on 9+11, but coming back to the actual day, the actual time 10 whole years later-- I've taken pause.

Emma was almost 6 months old when the attack happened. It was the first time that I, as a mother, realized that the world that I was bringing my sweet baby up in was not nearly as safe and idyllic as the one I had known as a child.  I considered the idea that maybe her world would not include the same freedoms, the same safety.  I felt naive for having believed that I could bring children into the world and protect them. I felt tricked by Evil. 

In the days that followed I took comfort in the images I saw of people pulling together, strangers acting heroically on behaf of other strangers, people of all kinds being strong and courageous in the face of great tragedy, a president who rallied and promised justice, a nation that pledged to waste no time in rebuilding, and a Savior that remained in full control seated at the Right Hand.

Today, my heart is full of thoughts and fervent prayers. It goes out to all of those that lost loved ones on this day 10 years ago. It is also a heart deeply greatful to those who have sacrificed and continue to sacrifice to protect our freedom, and the freedoms of the next generation.