It was eight years ago today that I brought my first child home from the hospital. We were new parents bringing home the much anticipated big, jaundiced baby boy. We'd had our happy little world crashed with the news of the tragedy that had unfolded in New York, Washington, DC and Pennsylvania.
I truly believe our personal timing made the attacks have much more personal impact on my heart and my soul. I will never forget this day, these weeks, these months after the horror - the tragedy is etched on my very being.
Here's my boy now, 8 years later - happy and thriving.
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1 comments:
Those are GORGEOUS! That second one is simply fantastic. He's a handsome young man!
I always LOVE seeing your pictures!
I added you to my blog lines so I always know when you post. So even if my life gets insane and I can't always comment. I'm here. ;)
Not that I'm stalking....cuz that'd be weird. I promise, I'm not stalking. :D
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