Tags: 9/11

sokka

Today

I am working on getting pictures uploaded and figuring out J's birthday stuff for tomorrow.

We had a quick lesson on 9/11, incense was lit, a candle was also lit for the families and those who still struggle to come to terms with the events of 9/11. But in our household, 9/12 is far more important.

9/12/1998 at about 6pm J joined this world.

9/12 we celebrate life, a life. J is a brilliant, compassionate, and funny kid. He loves magic the gathering, he loves anime, and animals. I am eternally blessed to have been allowed to be his mom.

Today I prepare for his 13th birthday.

13. The number boggles my mind.
sokka

A day to remember

But what do we remember? The horror of it all. I can't tell you how many times I've watched that plane slam into the second tower, the paper flying, the smoke. So easy to get caught back up in the bone shaking dismay of what happened.

I can't talk about it, not without crying to this day. I wanted to go and help somehow. I couldn't, just turned single mom, three small boys in diapers and preg. No way to offer assistance at all.

Others, however could and did. Thousands of people pulled together, heros in the aftermath of chaos. And some of those people brought dogs.

I'd forgotten about the rescue dogs, until this popped up on my FB.



Then I saw this:


no I am not trying to preach I promise.

You know as much as I try to stay optimistic I am a negative person, but this reminded me that good things did happen as a result of 9/11. Amid all that awfulness good did happen, little miracles happened.

Sometimes it is hard to remember those things. But I know I try harder now than before that day to let my family and those I care about know how I feel.

So to lighten the mood for myself and feeling the necessity of sharing a smile I'll leave you with one of the cutest animal vids I have ever seen...(and in turning it on my 2 year old ran over to watch and began singing along :P