September 11th, 2001

I can vividly remember almost every detail of that terrible day. I was a day overdue from having my 1st child, Ryan. I was sitting in my green chair watching TV because I couldn't sleep and eating the only thing that didn't give me heartburn at this point, toast with peanut butter. They broke into "Good Morning America" with reports that the WTC had been hit by what they thought at first was a small passenger plane. I was talking to my dad on the phone and watching it live when I asked him if he just saw what I thought I saw, another plane hitting the towers. I could not believe it. From then on, I must have said every prayer I knew and even a few "Hail Mary's" that my child would not be born on this day. Jim was working at the VA at the time and was sent home early. Our good friends, the Larsen's, brought their kids and came down to our house to watch the days events unfold (they didn't have cable at the time). No one really knew what to say to one another; we just sat there sick to our stomachs. The only good thing was that Ryan was not born that day. He waited until the next day (12th) to be born. He will have quite a story to tell when he gets older. I can't believe that it has been 5 years and I can't believe my 1st baby will be 5 tomorrow.