I remember…

I remember being so pregnant on this day, so big and ready to pop with only a few short days left of my pregnancy. Soon, that day would come form me, the day I had been expecting a baby boy to come into my life and for motherhood to begin for me. I remember waking up that morning, turning on the TV and the horrendous story of the attack on our nation was all over the news. For days, I wept for those families, for those who lost their lives, for those who would soon leave their family to protect our nation.

Six days later as I lay in my hospital bed waiting for my little miracle. The news was still reporting of lives lost and the numbers grew and grew to unthinkable measures. A time of joy was quickly followed by sorrow and a repeated pattern of these feelings over and over. I later read stories of mothers who were strong for their children. Mothers and Fathers who had lost their lives on that day. I think of the men and women who have lost their lives to protect us all because of the attacks on 9/11/2001. I think of  those who are still out there fighting for our freedom.  Not a year goes by when I don’t think about life and how precious it is. How thankful that I am for our troops, who protect my freedom, my children’s freedom and our lives with their own. Today I remember, and forever I will not forget.