It’s strange, I don’t feel like I have much to say. I wasn’t there. In fact I was about 2,800 miles away. I didn’t lose a family member or a friend, not that I’m aware of anyway.
Ten years ago Jen and I had only been married one year. We had no kids. We didn’t have cable, so we woke up to the radio sharing the horrific news of the attack on the twin towers. All I remember about that day is the images of planes flying into buildings – it almost didn’t seem real.
Ten years later we have grown to a family of five, six if you count our little nugget on the way. We’ve enjoyed ten years of life that 3,000 others haven’t. We’ve experienced the love of a family & friends that countless others haven’t.
Jen visited New York when the towers still stood. I never did. Still I feel such a strong connection to the event and to the people who lost and gave their lives ten years ago.
We spent today going to church, shopping for groceries, watching football, and eating with family. We also spent the day watching the memorial programs on TV, in fact they’re still on.
Ten years later, our family is thankful. Thankful for life. Thankful for our family, friends, our country, and for God’s continued blessings. We are also still hurting for all those who lost their lives & loved ones ten years ago.