9/11

Well... I sit here and reflect as I'm sure a lot of folks did today... 9/11 what does it mean to you?  Well, 9 years ago... it was a birthday... mine to be exact... (not looking for b-day wishes! LOL) so, it was cake and some excitement, though that changes too as we get older...
Where were you?  I was getting ready to go to the Montana Ram Sale in Miles City... my friend called and said... you gotta turn on the TV.... and so it began... I listened to it the whole 275 miles to my destination...
Seeing the images still make me cry.  I feel deeply patriotic... I love America!  I get goose bumps when I hear the Star Spangled Banner.  I feel oh, so blessed to have the opportunity to live here... I love what our country stands for... I sometimes wish that I could live at some earlier time when things were simpler (not easier... just simpler)
A couple years after on the anniversary my oldest who was around 9 told me he was sad... I asked him why? and he said for all those people, for all their families... I was touched... after all we live across the country from NY and we did not personally know anyone there... he looked outside and said... look mom, a rainbow! I think I know why God made that rainbow... do you think there is one in NY too?  I cried.  Out of the mouth of Babes...

Anyways, I hope all remember...