9.11.01

Watching that program on the Twin Towers last week took me back all over again. Took me back to the morning of September 11, 2001. Five months pregnant with Simon at the time. Chris and I laying in bed - essentially a world away from New York - waking up to the sound of our phone ringing with the news of what was happening. One tower had been hit. We turned on the radio (no TV at the time) and listened as the second plane hit the second tower, as both buildings fell to the ground, as a third plane crashed into the Pentagon, as a fourth crashed onto a field.

As thousands of people died. And lives were changed forever.