As I type this memorial services are happening in New York City, Washington, D.C. and Shanksville, PA and the names of almost 3,000 people murdered on September 11, 2001 are scrolling across the TV screen on Fox News.
Eight years ago today, our lives changed. Everyone remembers where they were and what they were thinking on that day.
Eighteen years ago today, On September 11, 1991, my son James was born. Talk about a life changing moment! I’ll never forget witnessing the birth of my son, looking down at this beautiful baby and feeling overwhelmed with love while thinking, “Oh dear God. What do I do now?”
Today he is legally** an adult, and I love him even more than I did eighteen years ago. I’m so proud of the man he’s become. We’ve had some great times, we’ve had some tough times. I think I did some things right as a parent, and I know I did more things wrong. But the kid turned out to be one hell of a human being, and I’m proud to call him my friend and my son.
** Remember buddy, you may be an adult now, but as long as you’re in my house, ya still follow my rules”¦