There are no words needed to describe that day.
I didn't lose any loved ones on 9-11. I was no where near New York, Washington, or Pennsylvania. But 9-11 still touched me. It's one of those defining moments that each generation has, yet would gladly give back if given the chance.
Someone told me to write down what I remember from that day. Braylen was only 2 years old, and some day I might want to share the details with him. I am so thankful I followed that advice. This week I found my written account of 9-11. Derek and I talked to the kids about it. Today we remembered. Here's our account of that day, written from me to Braylen...
"September 11th, 2001 started out as a normal day. We woke up together, enjoyed a slow morning routine. Daddy was sleeping downstairs after working all night. You and I read books and played cars on the floor that morning. We never turned on the TV or radio. At 9:30 am we climbed in the car to go to Walmart. When we drove past the mall I turned on the radio, and this is what I heart: 'The Sears Tower in Chicago is being evacuated.' I don't know how I made it to the parking lot. When I did, I turned off the car and we listened to the radio. It was all very confusing, and nobody really knew what was going on. I heard the announcers speak of a possible car bomb in front of the capitol building. Then they talked about an explosion at the Pentagon. I remember wondering what happened in Chicago, since the Sears Tower was evacuating. Again, it was very confusing.
I remember rushing you into the store from the car, telling you to hurry and stay close to Mommy, let Mommy carry you. Inside the store people were wearing headphones to listen to the news. I wanted so badly to see someone I knew so I could find out what was going on. Through all of this you were very quiet. You knew I was scared, and that made you scared. You asked me if I was okay. I told you that yes, Mommy is fine, but we needed to get home soon and find out what was happening in the news. We left the store with a few groceries and went straight home. I wondered if I should wake Daddy up for this, but when we got home he was already awake with the TV on. He was worried about us because I didn't take the cell phone and I didn't leave a note. I reminded him he was supposed to be sleeping. This was supposed to be a normal day. We watched the TV in horror. You saw the planes crash into the World Trade Center over and over. Later we made sure you didn't see it anymore. The attacks never really sunk in for you, but from that day on, sometimes you'd make a comment about a plane crashing into a building. Like it was a normal thing. A lot of people died that day, and all I could do was thank God for our lives. You, Daddy, me, and the baby boy in my tummy--we were safe, healthy, and together. That blessing became magnified on that dark day in American history."
A few weeks before 9-11, we flew to Nashville to visit my brother and sister-in-law. Then over Labor Day, Braylen and I flew to Chicago to be with my parents and grandparents. We come home just days before all air travel halted. When I think of how different life is now, it's more than just changes in airport security. We didn't have camera phones back then. No high speed internet. No facebook. No blogs. It's amazing what a difference 10 years makes. Here we are at the Nashville airport, 3 weeks prior to 9-11.
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| Eric, Amber, Sarah (with Kaleb inside), Braylen & Brownie, Derek, Mom, Dad |
And that is my 9-11. It wasn't an ordinary day after all.
"We wait in hope for the LORD; he is our help and our shield. In him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in his holy name. May your unfailing love rest upon us, O LORD, even as we put our hope in you."
Psalm 33:20-22



