This day doesn’t affect me the way it used to. When September 11 rolls around these days, I am always preoccupied with the beginning of school and with preparations for Ben and Karina’s birthday.
I’ll always be moved by memories of that day, like all of us. It’s just a little farther back in my consciousness, and I think that’s OK.
These distractions I have – this princess-loving girl and this truck-driving boy, these kids who hopped on their brand-new bikes and took off like they’d been doing it all their lives, these amazing little people whose birth made our family complete – they are my proof that extremists and terrorists (no matter what faith they claim to represent) can never win.
It’s the day after my babies’ birthday. They celebrated with their friends today, running wild all through our house and backyard searching for treasure, licking the frosting off their cupcakes and leaving the cake behind, tearing open their presents. They are vibrant, silly, sweet, and oh-so-smart, but they still need me to read them a story and kiss their scrapes.
They have their hard times; no one can honestly claim that growing up is easy. But their world is still the world of innocence and fairies and new discoveries every day. And we live in a time and a place where we can let them stay there yet awhile.
No, I can’t really be too sad on September 11 anymore.
This is a good way to look at it… it’s the perfect perspective. September 10th is my kind of day…
Life does continue after tragedy. Thanks for reminding me of the princess loving girl and the truck driving boy. They make the future look brighter.
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