I couldn't bring myself to think about the 9-11 anniversary this year. The baby I held in my arms the morning the towers collapsed (I was up feeding little 3 mo old K and watching CNN when it happened) and is now ten. TEN! The reason I couldn't think about it today was because we were flying home from my sister-in-law's wedding in San Diego and I couldn't let my mind go there.
We arrived home safely (although I will admit to scanning the crowd for anyone who looked evil enough to carry box cutters aboard) and my son grabbed the Sunday Comics out of today's paper.
"Mom, what is September 11th?" I looked at the comic he was asking about... and then my eye roamed to more comics until my eyes started leaking in front of the kids. "Mom, you're crying." Sad news story after sad news story of 911 tales all week the comics of all places was what triggered the tears for me.
I tried to suppress the memory for a bit today but really I will never forget. I hugged the family closer today and told them I loved them. Terrorists can't win with us all hugging so tightly.
