It’s one of those days – one of those days where just for a second most of us stop and think WOW this time 6 years ago I was… For us it was asleep – it was 3am and our bags were packed and by the front door ready to board a flight to the USA. A 3am phone call to tell me they had bombed the Pentagon. OK I said – I’ll look at the TV in the morning. I went back to bed. Paul asked who the phone call was. I said something about a bomb. We went back to sleep.
If I had been at all awake I would have realised just what the person on the end of the phone was meaning.
So we woke a few hours later – it’s Paul’s birthday, and it all became so real.
We didn’t go the USA that year. The flights were cancelled. They were rebooked by the airlines but we turned them down. Instead we chose to stay home with the kids. Still in shock I think, at how things world-wide could change in such a short time.
I think as scrapbookers we are often naturally sentimental. We see the little things around us that matter. We look ahead and envision what impression people will have of us via our writings and our photos from the past. We record special stuff. It’s what we do.
Sept 11th (or 12th as it is here) always brings me back to basics though. Thoughts of the big stuff people lost that day. All those lives. All those friends and families.
And so we remember. As we cut Paul’s birthday cake 6 years on and 3 gorgeous little voices sing him happy birthday and add the bit about you look like a monkey and you smell like one too, we remember those that are missing the birthdays of loved ones.
Humbling isn’t it? Sept 11th is always a day to look around and really aprpeciate what we have. Like drawings of little people in alsorts of crazy colours. Apparently Paul is the big one and I’m the medium orange one. There are 3 little yellow kiddie ones and then a big bunch of hearts. This picture is sellotaped to my scraproom door. It’ll be there for a while.
laters.
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