Remembering

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The Hubs and I were living in DC on that fateful Tuesday in September 2001. We had been married under a month and were still a little giddy after an amazing honeymoon in Aruba.

I vividly remember the Hubs calling me to tell me a plane flew into one of the Twin Towers. I thought some guy had a heart attack. Some sort of accident. What else could it be? Terrorism never crossed my mind.

We all know how the rest of that horrific morning unfolded.

The Hubs was working at the White House. According to many, Flight 93, the flight that crashed in PA, was headed for the White House. Relative after relative called asking when the Hubs was coming home that night. They didn’t get it- his job was to defend the White House. Coming home was not an option until the House and all it’s occupants were safe. He was finally home over 24 hours later.
The Hubs was one of the lucky ones.
This 9/11, the Hubs and I went to a wedding of an old friend. There we drank and ate and laughed with some of our favorite people. We loved and most of all- we hoped. I can’t think of a better way to pay respects to such an event.
Screw you terrorists!
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About Heather

I am the lucky mom to two kids. Scorch is my baseball obsessed 9 year old son and Bean is my crazy, loving 7 year old little girl. I'm happily married to the Hubs. We live in the middle of nowhere with two cats and one certifiably crazy dog.

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