Again, the day came and the day went. But it was 10 years this year. I can’t believe it’s been 10 years. And then, I can believe it. So much has changed. I spent a few minutes during the week last week watching the specials and weeping, thinking about my little family, and hoping we never have to experience loss. But my husband can’t take watching that stuff, and I don’t know why I do it to myself, so I didn’t see much coverage this year. 10 years ago I was in my last semester of college at the University of Florida. I didn’t have classes on Tuesday and Thursday, so I was home. We lived next door to G & G that year, and I watched part of it with each of them. And this year, they were on the move back from NH to NC, and stopped to stay with us along the way for a night. So, ten years later, we were together again. We opted to go out to breakfast instead of watching the coverage on TV. I know M isn’t old enough to remember, but I just don’t know if I want her seeing that stuff. It’s just too much.
Inspiration . . .