It was really hot this afternoon.
Minnie and I had just come back from a walk in ninety-eight-degree weather.
Afterward, we relaxed on the couch and watched the 1940
Disney movie Fantasia. My favorite part is the one with the Pegasus, the little cherubs,
and the centaurs. To me, it’s the most magical Disney cartoon ever.
She watched the whole segment with me.
After that, she got tired, nursed, and then slept for an hour.
Later in the evening, I was glued to the TV.
I think I've watched every 9/11 documentary out there.
With the 25th anniversary of that horrible day, there are some new ones,
and I stayed up late watching them. I still find it hard to believe it actually happened.
That day was so traumatic and confusing for me.
I was eight months pregnant with Claire, wondering if the world was ending.
I watched live on TV as the second airplane crashed into the second tower.
I remember crying and waiting for Christian to get home from school.
He was at BYU in Provo, and I just wanted us to process it together.
School was canceled, so he came home, and we sat in our
bed, snuggled together, asking questions we couldn’t answer and feeling shocked.
Bless everyone whose lives were, and still are, directly impacted.




























































