September 11, 2001. I was focused on getting some schoolwork done with our older children. We were also preparing for a small birthday party with family and friends for Kate, who would be 8 years old the next day. It was Tuesday - thus we had the party a day early. (We couldn't have a birthday party on a Wednesday night while we were at church.) Kate was so excited. Eight was her favorite number ~ and her 8th birthday meant marvelous things in her world.
Sometime that morning my friend Marianne called from Wisconsin. "Turn on your TV." I did, but soon I shut it off again. I didn't feel I could let my little children see the horrendous pictures and videos just then. Without knowing what they would see ...or remember of it for the rest of their lives.
I did load them all into the van that afternoon. Then we sat in line to buy gas. I can't tell you what the price was by 4pm, but it had gone up drastically through the day. I didn't know where it would stop. And when you drive a laaaarrrgge van, the price of gas seems important. And I think I needed to do something. Not that it helped anyone.
It was a rather interesting birthday party. We had the TV on some ~ the videos weren't live at that point. It was still so unreal... but incredibly true.
Click here for credits to Luke Cremin's photo of Trade Center.
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