Where were you?

Two days before our ultrasound, which would hopefully show us the gender of our first child, my husband let me sleep in. I was 4 1/2 months pregnant, working 40 hours a week on my feet in a deli and I had come home the night previous, absolutely exhausted. I was shaken out my peaceful slumber the next morning, earlier than I had anticipated. Groggy and cranky, I painfully opened my eyes intending to tell Tom to let me sleep longer. But I stopped when I saw his face streaked with tears. I had only seen him cry once before this. Something was terribly wrong. I sat straight up and he told me one of the Twin Towers in New York City had collapsed.
His classes had been cancelled and I did not have to work that day. So we stayed at home in front of the television watching the details unfold, in disbelief.
I rubbed my belly often, wishing my child would be entering a less turbulent world, but determined to teach him/her well about loving others in spite of our differences.
Over the next few weeks I collected many local and national newspaper articles pertaining to that terrible day and have since scrapbooked them all to share with my children when they are older. I doubt any American will ever forget where they were or how they felt when they learned about the events of Sept. 11, 2001.

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September 11, 2007 | Filed Under News, Random | 11 Comments