Most anyone, when asked, knows exactly where they were when the events of 9/11 occurred.

Charlie and I have each shared a little bit about that day with the boys.  But not much.  Neither of us talk about it, really.  Because in the end, we were safe--and others, so many others, were not.  And it is those who gave or lost everything, in my mind, who lay claim to talking about that day. 

But....as much as this blog serves as a craft journal for me, it's also meant to memorialize certain things I wish to share with the boys.  And as the events of 9/11 have in no small way shaped my perspective on how I choose to live, I've decided to write an entry for when the boys are older.  I worry I might not remember as well in a few years--even though I'm certain I'll never forget.