We had just moved into our beautiful new home exactly two months earlier on July 11th. Life couldn't get much better except for that little baby we were trying to have.
My husbands truck was in the shop again so I drove him to work that morning. What a gorgeous clear morning in was, driving around with my sun roof open, blasting my favorite music on the radio.
Maybe I'll stop and get some mums for the front porch on the way home, I thought. Oblivious to what was going on, I pulled into the garden center, bought my mums and was on my merry way. As I was pulling into my driveway my neighbor comes running outside screaming and yelling. I'm thinking, okay, now what. She started to tell me what was happening and again I'm thinking to myself that she's overreacting once again, this has to be an accident. We go into her home and are sitting on the step in her family room watching the news broadcast when the second plane hit the north tower. I just started to cry. How could this be, why would anyone want to hurt us, we are a peaceful nation. Gone was the world like we once knew it, gone were my rose colored glasses.
I than started to panic because my father-in-law was working in the the city and we have neighbors that were working there also. They all made it out okay, took them most of the day and night to get home but we were so thankful that they weren't hurt.
A few days earlier my husband and I went to an Adoption Agency Open House. IVF wasn't working so we decided to take another route to start our family. After 9/11 there was no way I was getting on a plane to Russia or any place else for that matter. At that point I made up my mind to find another fertility doctor and to not stop until I was pregnant. My wish came true, it took awhile but 1 1/2 years later I had a beautiful baby boy.
I think that what happened on September 11, 2001 effected all of us in one way or another. For me, it gave me the strength to go after what I wanted with everything that I had inside of me.
I've been watching all of the news specials these past couple of days, reliving all of the events of what happened that day 10 years ago. What is amazing me is seeing all of the children that were either babies on, or born after 911 who had a parent killed that day. They are turning into such courageous young ladies and men. They are being taught not to hate but to help others in need like help came to them during this travesty.
Thanks so much for stopping by. May God Bless everyone who perished on that awful day, may he watch over all of the families that were left behind but most of all I pray that he is watching over all of those beautiful children that lost their mothers and fathers.