Well, I have had lots to ponder on this day five years hence from one of the greatest tragedies our country has ever seen. Part of that pondering is explaining pieces of it to my girl. She was just over three years old on September 11, 2001–Thad one day shy of three months. Victoria doesn’t remember a whole lot. . .not even how upset she was that she didn’t get to watch her videos like normal that day. So as the kiddos are brushing teeth and getting ready to bed down, Tony and I are preparing to watch part of a movie. . .on a school night no less. . .and I thought I might just tack on these totally inappropriate yet totally appropriate images of my kids. There is no trace of fear in them. Their world was affected without their knowledge. They will not know the world I lived in. But we are doing what parents all over this world are doing–trying to keep the daily round of our lives as stable and safe and happy as possible.
So on that note. . .
Here is a picture of Victoria’s 8th birthday cake. She requested flip-flops and I obliged.
And the boy lost a tooth one week ago tomorrow. He was thrilled beyond measure to actually be “first” for once–’cause even though Victoria lost her first tooth about 2 1/2 years ago. . .she was almost 6 when hers came out and he is barely 5.
Enjoy your night. Hug your kids. Kiss your husband. Drink a real Coke. Thank God for the grace and small wonders and happinesses he grants us every single day we draw breath.