Monday, February 25, 2013


I don't know why but I have been thinking a lot about September 11. I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing that morning. Riley was only 2 1/2 and he was in his high chair eating toast and I was watching the today show. I slowly watched as the events of that morning took place and my world felt like it was ripped from me.

I called my mom and told her to turn the tv on and then I cried as I waited for Jeremy to call. He was at work on the navy base in Newport RI and they were on lockdown. He came home later that day and we both just sobbed...For the loss of life, the loss of feeling safe and just the sheer magnitude of evil in the world. We later found out that Jeremy's cousins husband was killed at the pentagon where he worked. It made it even more real. For days we cried as we were glued to the stories being shown over the news.

The day before, September 10, we found out we were expecting Lorenzo. We had had quite a struggle getting pregnant with him and we were elated! I felt terrible to have joy about the pregnancy while so much destruction, pain, and loss was around us. It was quite a while before we felt like we could share happy news.

I'll never forget Riley. At 2 1/2 he was able to sense that things were not what they were. He saw the planes hit on the news that morning and I had to explain to him that there were real bad guys out there. It's one of his earliest memories and even that still makes me sad.

I don't know why this has been weighing on my heart as of late but I just want to say I have not forgotten!