It was around 8:45am and I sat on the couch to nurse Cam. I flipped on the Today Show while I waited for Regis and Kelly to come on. Breaking news came on that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. I thought “how awful” assuming it was a small personal aircraft.
I called my best friend whose boy was born 9 days after Cam. We took our babies out for a walk on that gloriously sunny day, with not a cloud in the sky and the eery silence coming from it, knowing that airspace had been shut down – never in our lifetime had that happened. We spent the day together. Confused. A little shocked. Sad. And concerned about what kind of world our children would be growing up in.