Today is my anniversary. Sixteen years. Someone asked me how many years the other day, and I had to stop and think like I do with my age. What year did we get married? What year is it? Then do the math. Sixteen beautiful years filled with lots of moves, two kids, a dog, a ministry, ups, downs, struggles, joys, laughter, and tears. It’s so great to have deep connection with someone. It doesn’t get easier, but it does get better if you commit to keep going through the hard, through the difficult.
September 11th is also a day that many of my generation have etched in their hearts. Fourteen years have passed since that day and I’ve finally written down in words what it was like to be in transit on the most tragic of days. Head over to Petit Elefant and comment on where you were on that day.
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MaryAnne
September 12, 2015 at 4:42 amI found out what had happened from the crossing guard as I was going to my student teaching job. My parents had just moved to DC, and it was the first time my three youngest siblings were living in the United States. My dad had had meetings in the Pentagon in the days leading up to the attack, and it was hours before I knew for sure he was okay. It was not my first personal exposure to terrorism, but even so it had become easy for me to take the everyday safety we are privileged to experience in the United States for granted. My husband is flying today.
rooth
September 12, 2015 at 4:29 pmHappy anniversary!
Unknown
September 24, 2015 at 8:38 amThat's amazing you travelled that day! I was not feeling well and called in sick – my boss had this strange tone in his voice and he asked me if I knew what had happened….
I did remember you on your anniversary – it's nice to have a happy thought like your marriage to dispel some of the evil of that day.