I had just taken my 2 sons to school, at the time they were 9 and 6. My youngest was just 3 so he was still sleeping. I sat down at the computer which at the time was in a TV room, and switched on GMA - there was breaking news a plane had flown into the Twin Towers, and I thought it had to be an accident. But as I was watching the news covering it, there was the next plane. I knew it had to be an attack, I went in and woke Matt. We watched for a while, our hearts beating faster and faster wondering how much under attack we were, and when the buildings fell - terrible moment. , And after I got out of the shower we found out the other planes had crashed into the Pentagon and PA - and we made the decision to go get our boys from school, not because we were worried (well...ok, we were, we didn't know if anything was going to happen....) but we also wanted to control what they were hearing. I want my boys to know what's going on, but not be afraid to go to the mailbox, you know?

We sat glued to the TV the rest of the day. Finally I had to do something normal, so I put some pasta in the oven and we went to a prayer vigil at our church. We prayed, came home and sat at the table together and talked. I'm not sure any of us ate. We just wanted to be together.

Horrible horrible day, but amazing how we all come together, and the next morning everyone on our street had replaced their decorative flags with American flags.

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Catt
~ Mirror Mirror on the wall, I am my mother - after all! ~