I confess that I hadn't really been paying attention to the dates. I knew that today was the eleventh, but I wasn't really thinking about the connotation of what today actually meant. I was more concerned with getting my applesauce and blackberry jam entered at the fair on time, and getting James off to school.
So I was broadsided when I got all of the tribute emails in my box this morning. I just sat down and cried as I remembered where I was at the time this had happened. My husband and I were living out in the middle of nowhere, with no TV or computer access. We were newly pregnant with our first child and if I remembere correctly I had either just had my National Guard drill for the month or it was coming up. I can distincly remember ironing my uniforms when Carey called me and told me what had happened. The iron fell to the floor and I can remember spending the rest of the day crying as I listened to the radio. You have to remember that no only was I upset with what had happened to all of those brave men and women, I was also wondering when we would go to war and I would be going as well. It was actually another few years before my state activated her troops and in the end I didn't go to Iraq only because God had other plans for me. He decided to send me Meradydd instead I was meant to stay home.
It's weird to realize just how much time has passed, that it's been seven years already. James is 6 and we have four children instead of just expecting the first one. Life has gone on and we have moved forward. Still, the shock, horror, grief and those complete influx of feelings I felt that day linger and will never be forgotten, although, I didn't see any pictures until the next day when Carey brought home the paper. It seems like yesterday as I remember the sound of the iron crashing to the floor and the sound of the dead line as Carey and I were cut off. So I am not ashamed to admit that I cried as I remembered.
Although it's hard to watch, there is a good tribute here, America Attacked. | 
