Sunday, September 11, 2011

Weekend, and remembering 9/11.

I cannot start this post without being reflective of what happened 10 years ago today.

I'll never forget where I was: walking down the back stairwell of Livingston Jr. High (because at that time, 9th grade was in the Junior High) and Ryan Brown ran up the stairs and said, "America is under attack!" 

Everything was a blur for the rest of the day: the TV and Internet coverage; the school going on lockdown; taking cheerleading pictures, and trying to act happy while so doing; and going home, watching my Mom blindly fold laundry from the blue laundry basket while crying and watching the news. I remember being so confused. Who would do this to our country? 

Our generation has now become all too familiar with the name of evils like al-Quaeda, Taliban and Mujahideen; and names of once-foreign cities, like Abbottabad, Pakistan and Kabul, Afghanistan. We learned what IED stood for, and what PTSD meant. And we watched, sadly, as America lost a bit of her innocence. 

I hope you'll never forget, Sept. 11, 2001, either. 
My thoughts and prayers are with those that lost loved ones on the flights, at the Pentagon, in and around the World Trade Centers, and with those men and women (and their families) who are currently serving in our nation's armed forces to protect and preserve the freedoms we enjoy today. 

"Freedom itself was attacked this morning by a faceless coward, and freedom will be defended." 
-George W. Bush


We spent our weekend being mostly reflective, not able to remove ourselves from the myriad of 9/11 coverage on TV. We talked about where we were that day, how we're feeling now, and I even shed some tears. 

Brandon surprised me on Friday night with a bouquet of gorgeous flowers, just because. He's so sweet. 


I decorated the house for fall {a bit early}. 


{Brandon keeps trying to eat my centerpiece.}


I love my giant door pumpkin, made by my cousin, Alex. 


...and I love my wrinkly fall tea towels on the oven. 



And I love, love my Pumpkin Brûlée candle. It constantly smells like fall in my house. 


We had supper with my sweet friend, Angelica, and her fiancé, Colby. I love them and so wish we lived in the same city!!! 

(Thanks for sending me the pic, Gel!)



We went to church, and curled up on the couch watching lots of college and professional football. 

And again, we are reflective. We will never forget. 

1 comment:

  1. sweet post! today was such a sad day- but it makes me proud to be here at the same time. So many men and women have stepped up to serve their country and America came together in a phenomenal way. my heart aches for those who lost a loved one.

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