My hubby was starting a new job, 10 years ago today, training in a new city,
Two days earlier, he was on an airplane.
He ended up stranded in a strange city. Thousands of miles from our small family.
The day before Sept. 11, 2001, I found out I was pregnant with my son.
My hubby didn’t even know he was going to be a father again when the tragedy occurred. The news was delivered among fear and sadness.
Fast forward to this weekend, I was out of town. When I called home to talk to my family, my 4 year old greeted me with “Mommy, did you know a plane crashed into a building in New York? Daddy is going to pray with me tonight about it.”
I was getting on an airplane home the next day. We both deal with this in our own ways.
I hate explaining terror to my kids. I pray through stumbling words about Jesus keeping us safe. Because He does, here on earth and eventually, all in Heaven.
I pray we never know such a day again.
What were you doing ten years ago today?
We will never forget.
September, 11, 2001.