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My only thought is that I'm in awe as to how fast time flies. I remember it like it was yesterday. My oldest child was a 6 month old, just learning how to crawl around...I'd set some blocks up just out of his reach for him to try to crawl to and knock over. Lots of love, laughter and giggles that morning. The TV was "off."

Then we got a phone call from a friend.

My oldest is now almost all grown up; and in addition, I have a 16, 14, and 7 year old...along with a young lady of 17 who we've taken into our home

My oldest is now a muscular, athletic, smart, responsible, caring, sensitive, young man in his senior year of High School (he actually graduates in December, not May) and who has so many friends it's amazing. He was talking to me a couple days ago about what a nice guy he is and how everyone says so. I said, "Yes, you are...." in a sort of offhand way, without really thinking about it. He said, "No, you don't understand, Mom. I pride myself on being the nicest guy I know" My heart melted.
It is good to have something to mark time, isn't it. For me, life is a whole different animal now that it was then. This is a good thing.

Only God creates. The rest of us just copy. Michelangelo
I was back home in college. Didn't know much about US and it's state of affairs. The only person I knew in US was my cousin who was pregnant at the time. The next day I saw the news and the images on TV, I cried and cried. Each time I board a flight, I get this sick feeling in my stomach. Every 9/11, I think about the people who never came back, the rescuers who didn't give up and the families that continue braving life after losing someone.
My cousin's brother in law was a flight attendant of the second plane. His mother never go over it.
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