
















I remember it like it was yesterday. I was five weeks pregnant with Zachary, I was at home in Fairfax, Virginia, getting ready to go to an eleven o'clock class. Before I got in the shower, I flipped on the tv, so I could watch some local news. It was just before 8:50am when the station broke to cover the first tower being hit. The commentators clearly didn't know exactly what was going on, they were speculating what exactly could have happened to cause the plane to become so drastically off course. They clearly thought it was some kind of freak accident. I called my mom at work to tell her about the news, I was on the phone with her while I watched the second plane crash into the south tower. I sat on my bed, in my towel all day just watching the coverage. I watched as flight 77 crashed into the Pentagon just miles from my house, I watched the chaos ensue at ground zero, I watched countless people jump to their death out of desperation or perhaps defiance, choosing to die on their own terms. I watched flight 93 go down in a Pennsylvania field thanks to the heroic efforts of the passengers on board. I watched the towers collapse into a cloud of dust and debris. My world changed on this day... And yet our government still refuses to secure our borders, It amazes me.


Both Zach and my mom predicted that I was going to cry. They were right... I did get pretty emotional when I was driving him to school, especially when he asked my to pray for him. I was very proud of myself however, that I kept it together quite well once we got to school. He's been so excited for this day to come. My little leopard has had his 'first day of school' outfit picked out for over a week. I don't know much about his teacher, Miss Majors, but our friends from church had her as a teacher last year, both mom and son really liked her. She's young, sweet, and very pretty. I think Zach already has a little crush on her. This is going to be a good year!




