until it WASN'T
My oldest was 14.5 months old the day of the terrorist attacks of 9/11. I remember sitting and holding her and crying that day. She was too young to understand how her world had just changed but I wasn't. She danced while Congress sang on the steps of the Capitol building that evening and clapped when we lit a candle in rememberance of the lives lost while my heart and the hearts of so, so many broke.
Today we remember those who lost their lives, those who gave their lives to save others, those who suffered physical and emotional wounds that they carry with them even today and those who lost family and friends on that tragic day. Let us not focus on the evil but on the triumph of the spirit and the awesome Grace of God that we could all see in those moments and days that followed.