I am sitting here in my house all alone, much like September 11, 2001. I had just dropped my daughter off at preschool and on my way home I heard the news of the first airplane. I remember being glued to the TV, sobbing, angry, and worried. I remember things feeling so surreal. Phone lines were jammed and my husband was out of town. My heart broke as the rest of the day’s event started to unfold.

Last summer we took a trip to New York City. We wanted to show the kids the sights, but also have the opportunity to see Ground Zero for ourselves. The picture above is one we took at Ground Zero. Until you see it for yourself, the enormity of it just is too hard to explain.

Today (and every day), the victims, families and heroes of the 9/11 tragedy are in our thoughts and prayers.