10 years ago today, the world was still spinning, America was sitting pretty, unaware she was one day away from starting a long, dark chapter in her history.
10 years ago today, I had taken up permanent residence on cloud Nine. I was counting down the days until I stepped fearlessly from the security of my childhood and jumped into the arms of my love for all of life. It was just 11 days before my wedding.
It will forever be a day that Americans will tether their personal history to. We’ll always remember where we were, what we were doing, how we were feeling. The day that stands out like a soar thumb in the span of 29,200 fingers.
Since that day, my husband and I have decided to bring 3 precious children into the unstable aftermath of those gruesome moments. It was actually a no-brainer. That day not only wrote a story of terror, death, and defeat. It released a resounding symphony of humanity’s greatest asset…sacrificial, unconditional love. Strangers instantaneously became brothers and sisters as they gave their lives to rescue those trapped. The immediate need for care and comfort made childless women into mothers. And children, ages 1 to 100, sought out the shelter and safety of a strong father’s embrace. It was the day that all of America felt like family.
Today, the world is still spinning, the future is still uncertain, and my children are thriving. My hope is not found in this world and my security is not anchored in its future. My definition of living is affixed to the opportunity we all have to love sacrificially and unconditionally. The opportunity to live like family.
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