Seven years ago I thought a headline was a story about a new computer game.
Seven years ago I told my husband to turn on the TV, which we rarely used.
Seven years ago I spent an entire day alternating between our television and our computer, always with my hand resting on my stomach sheltering my growing baby inside, always with either a lump in my throat, tears in my eyes or raw anger in my voice.
Seven years ago I realized that we were bringing a precious baby into an uncertain, dangerous world.
Now, seven years later, we are raising three precious babies. And they are the reason why we can't forget what happened seven years ago. Some people have forgotten. Many people around the world aren't sure who is to blame and 15% think the U.S. government is to blame.
That's the world we live in. That's why we can't forget.
Don't get me wrong: I don't think our lives should come to a standstill every September 11. I think the best way to honor the past is to work hard, celebrate each moment, and thank God for what we have. I don't want this day to become another meaningless "holiday". I don't think we should sit around crying, moaning, or complaining about our country, our leaders, or the world we live in. Life's too short for that. But we can't afford to forget altogether.
(Picture h/t: Kim at Graceful Girlhood)