A long time ago, twenty years to be exact, there was a morning like no other in most of our lifetimes. I got a phone call from my dad. Turn on the t.v., we're being attacked!
Unbelief, shock, terror, sadness...I stood there with baby Suzanne on my hip, and Margaret, Kathryn, Evelyn close by...Margaret was four years old, and saying over and over again as we watched the towers crumble, What about the babies? What about the kids? Don't they care about the babies?
Margaret was here this afternoon, she remembers that day, as little as she was.
Emily, Abigail, Benjamin, Mariel, Joseph, Aaron, Molly, and Sam were at school. We had a dentist appointment that afternoon for someone, and a pediatrician appointment for someone else, Paul took some of the kids to the dentist, I took the rest to the dr., no one was going to be away from us that day.
We were truly one nation under God during the aftermath of that attack.