Where were you the morning of September 11, 2001?
What were you doing?
I am sure that most of you have vivid recollections of exactly what you were doing and where you were when you heard the awful news.
I am no exception.
It was a beautiful morning.
It was Claire's first day of preschool.
I took tons of photos and got lots of kisses before finally pulling myself away.
I heard on the radio that the World Trade Center was on fire.
I arrived home a few minutes later to watch the whole tragic story unfold.
I had planned to run errands, grocery shop and clean.
Nothing got done.
I just sat on the couch unable to move.
I remember feeling numb.
I remember thinking this isn't happening.
But it was and it did.
I remember rushing to the school to pick up my kids.
Not knowing what was next.
I felt the need to have them near me.
In the days, weeks, and months that followed I remember hugging my family a little tighter.
I remember taking nothing for granted.
And I remember the pride I felt in being an American.
I hope that as we reflect on that September morning we will remember how we felt.
And we will never forget.