it's september eleventh, two thousand thirteen.twelve years later.this is my memory of the day."twelve years ago I was a new, young mom of one.I had just come home from celebrating my younger sister's wedding in illinois.laundry was everywhere and I remember feeling frazzled and overwhelmed...I had "regis and kelly" on when the news took over at 8:46a.m.in a moment the feelings of being overwhelmed dissipated and I watched in horror with the world and was filled with overwhelming remorsefor the mom's and dad's who went to work in the tower's that day,for the kid's and babies who lost their parents,for the families that didn't get to say goodbye.I sat in a chair, holding my nine week old son and wept for stranger's I didn't know...and whatever frazzled menial feelings I had been feeling transformed into overwhelming thankfulness to GET TO hold the little one on my lap the duration of that maddening day...to kiss his head, to feel his baby hair on my cheek, to fold his clothes became a luxury that day.it's a day I won't forget, nor think I should ever just "move on" from.#wherewereyou #neverforget #911