Five years ago I was driving Hank to My Gym for his "gymnastics" class in Eden Prairie. By the way, in case you're wondering, gymnastics class for an 18-month-old pretty much consisted of him diving into a ball pit over and over and over. I had already watched the coverage of the planes at the breakfast table and, although my eyes were glued to the TV, I knew I needed to go on with some kind of a normal day. So Hank and I drove to class while I listened to it all on the radio.
I'll never forget Peter Jennings asking incredulously, "You mean the facade of the tower has collapsed?" And the reporter replied, "No. The entire tower has collapsed."
I felt an overwhelming urge to put up a flag and I called all over town to see where to buy one. There had been a run on American flags.
I waited anxiously to get email from Andrea, who was in San Francisco, who waited anxiously to hear from her family -- in NYC. Relief when she and they were okay.
I remember feeling connected to people you would see out and about -- at the grocery store, the gas station, gym class -- through sadness.
I remember later that day after watching all of the TV coverage all I wanted to do was watch Mr. Rogers and Little Bear and The Andy Griffith Show.
When David Letterman came back on a few days later I think I cried harder watching that show than any other.
Time passed. We looked up and saw planes in the sky again. And then Hope came along.
It just struck me today that she could have been named Joy based on that picture in the post below. We complain and joke about how much she cries but when she smiles? She smiles bigger than most and it makes up for all the tears. And then some.
Here she is singing a song(s) she learned today at school:
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