September 11

I remember walking into work on that fateful day as big as a boat with over a month before delivery and finding a bunch of co-workers surrounding a TV. After I saw the replays of those planes crashing into the towers I touched my belly and wondered what kind of a world I was bringing an innocent life into. My co-workers and I later watched as those towers fell.

A few days later Judge Warner put a sign on our door. It's a picture of the American Flag and underneath it says, "We will never forget September 11, 2001." Seven years and several pieces of Scotch tape later, that sign is still up.

I had the honor last year of accompanying my dear friend Annie to her grandson's homecoming from Iraq. It was cold and we traveled from Kyle to Ft. Hood to watch them come home. We waited and waited, and then here they come marching across the field at long last. I was just a bystander but I was moved to tears. The raw emotion from that ceremony will last me a lifetime. It didn't matter if I was for or against the War in Iraq, I was just thankful that these young men and women marching towards me were willing to put their lives on the line for all of us, and I was watching their families welcome them back home.