Senior Couture {by Stacy}
Belly & Baby Stories {by Traci}
Remembering 9/11 {St Louis Photographer}
Posted on September 11, 2009
09.11.01. It’s a day those who lived it will never forget. I can still hear the phone ring. I remember rolling over to see what time it was and then looking at my sleeping newborn son. So tiny and new. He was a horrible sleeper so it was wonderful to have slept 3 hours straight. I sluggishly got out of bed and went downstairs to see who called. It was my husband. Odd for him to call so early in the day, he knew Baby Jax’s schedule and that was his long stretch of sleep, and when he slept you better believe it, I slept too. So I listened to his message. “Stacy, turn the TV on, a plane hit one of the Twin Towers, call me.” His voice was serious and it sent a bit of a chill up my spine. I walked quickly to the living room and flipped on the TV. I saw what was happening and was totally confused. Never in a million years could I have imagined what I was about to witness on live television. I heard Jax stirrring and I ran up to get him. I brought him down and placed him in the pack and play next to the couch and sat back down. I called my husband but no answer. Hung up and called again. I did this at least 3 times before leaving a message. I then called my parents. My dad answered and asked if I was watching and we both were in disbeleife, my mom got on the phone and at this time we all sat on the phone in silence as we all watched with horror the 2nd plane flying towards the other tower. Total disbeleife. It was as if it was a bad dream. It sank in quickly, we were being attacked. I got off the phone and just held my newborn son. I questioned outloud… “what have I brought you into?”
Life as we all knew it was forever changed. It was shortly after that when I received the packaged I had hoped not to receive. I had just gotten out of the military prior to giving birth to Jax, my 1st born son. When the knock came, I opened it to be handed a certified letter. My hand shook as I signed for it. I was recalled.
Months went by, then years. And here we are today. 8 years later. It still seems like yesterday. The emotions still feel raw. The images still fresh in the mind. It’s a day we all will not soon forget. It’s a day that the world stood still. It’s a day that we lost so many. It’s a day that my priorities changed.
To the men and women who stood up that day I thank you! To the men and women who left their normal lives and stood up to join others and fight for this great country, I thank you! To the men and women who continue today to keep my children safe, I thank you! To the families that lost so much that day, I pray for you.
God Bless America!!
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OMG…I am crying here…You have a way with words…I was overseas when it happened and had no way of getting back to the states or calling for that matter to see if Luke was leaving…sure enough he called over to Afghanistan like weeks later…I will never forget that day or where I was when it happened.
reading this has brought back my own memories of that day. i was pregnant with my 1st born and the same thought u had crossed my mind, “what am i bringing this baby into?” u certainly do have a way with words.
Love the picture.
You should write a book you are so good with words. I remember the hush that went through the shop I was in, the tears, the fear and my rush home to put on the TV. Thank you to all who keep us free.