It’s amazing how fast 12 year can go by. I mean- a word, an image, a sound can all bring me back to that Sept. 11th like it was yesterday, not 12 years ago. I’ve shared before where the Hubs and I were that day and how damn lucky we were that we, and our extended family, made it through the day unharmed.
So here we are 12 years later. In that time we got 2 cats, we moved, we got a dog, we had a baby, then 2 years and 2 months later, we had another one. I survived a car accident and the Hubs has come home every night from his crazy job. We’ve done what those almost 3000 people should have been able to- we’ve lived. We’ve laughed and cried and loved and fought. We’ve danced and celebrated and mourned. We. Have Lived. I just wish they had too.
9/11 showed us how fleeting life can be, so I hope I continue to find the joy in the every day and I hope I teach my kids the same. I hope they learn to take the time to watch the colors in the sky, to laugh with a friend and to jump in the puddles during a later summer rain storm. I hope when they learn about the selflessness of the first responders that day, that “hero” takes on a whole new meaning.
My kids don’t know about 9/11 yet. There’s no need- they’re still babies. Soon enough they’ll learn about evil and sadness. But when they do, they’ll also learn about all the good that came from a horrible tragedy and they’ll know there is still so much good in this world. And that good will always win.