I was in the kitchen feeding my two-year-old son and pregnant with my second child. The TV was on and tuned to the Today Show.
Suddenly, the news broke that an airplane had hit one of the World Trade Center Towers. Like most people, I sat transfixed that whole day. What if that had been me or my husband in one of those towers or the planes? What about the children? When United flight 93 crashed in Shanksville, not too far from my hometown, it felt deeply personal. But when they started to show the interviews of the wives who were now widowed and left with little babies who would never know their father, I broke down and had to leave the room.