It's hard to believe that it has been 6 years. I remember growing up hearing about how everyone "knew what they were doing" when they heard about JFK's shooting. I never thought I'd experience something like that. Then 9/11 happened. I was at the Dermatologist for an appointment for an allergy (yes, I was pawned off on a dermatologist for an allergic reaction - don't ask...). I was completely oblivious, as I was going to be late for work. I left the doctor's office on that beautiful fall day to get in my car and find out what was happening. I remember driving to work in utter disbelief. I couldn't get through to J and it took me forever to get through to my Mom. Nothing was accomplished at work that day. My boss had a small tv in his office and that is pretty much where we all stayed. We watched the towers fall on this little b&w tv. Then, we were sent home. J of course, had to stay at work b/c retail never stops. It was horrendous to just sit and watch the news, yet you couldn't turn away.

It was a time my children were not alive to witness. They will grow up hearing about Sept 11, yet never knowing the feelings we all experienced. I plan on taking them into New York City ("The City") for various things, and it still seems weird that they'll never see the Twin Towers like I did growing up.

This is a day to remember what this country has to fight for. Our freedom - something worth fighting for. A day to remember the innocent lives lost. And a day to remember those that have given their lives to protect us and those still fighting to protect us.

On this day, I would like to send a special thanks to Michelle, her husband Joe and her daughter Kayla. Joe just left for Iraq. Kayla misses her Daddy, Michelle misses her husband and Joe is missing all of them, including his 2nd child on the way. They are an amazing family and deserve our thoughts, prayers and gratitude for their sacrifices. This also goes for every other military family. You are appreciated and loved. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.