If I Die Young...
I know the title is a little dramatic, but I couldn't think of a better one. Today as a nation we come together to remember the tragic events 10 years ago. Anyone over the age of 5 ( yes I am stretching it, my middle son was two and he doesn't remember) remembers how our time as Americans stood still. Everyone that remembers, remembers what they were doing at the exact moment that we found out our country was under attack. For me, I was at home with my youngest two children at the time. Devyn and Daulton were in school and I was in my living room feeding my baby ( Gracie was three weeks old) and Brady was watching Blues Clues. My mother in law called me and told me to turn it to the news, a plane had just flown into one of the towers of the World Trade Center. I sat there in shock as I watched the towers collapse, the eerie feeling of not knowing what else was to come. I remember thinking, " Wait, what about all of those people that are still inside?" My heart was hea