I'd venture to say all of us over age 20 could tell you precisely where they were 7 years ago. I can still recall the feelings of 7 years ago.
I am proud to be an American. Even with the stupid things we do, admitting our many faults, in the grand scheme of things, I am proud to be an American, warts and all.
And so is it a little ironic perhaps that now Sept 11th will have a new meaning for me. Freedom in a whole new way. I came home from work late again to find a folder in my mailbox. I opened it up. And there, finally, were the divorce papers. Finally.
I opened the folder and quickly scanned them - just as we agreed, plain and simple, d-i-v-o-r-c-e. I still have to "answer." And in this state, we have to have a hearing in front of the judge.
But I am one Very Big Step Closer to the rest of my life.
My mommy asked me how I felt when I opened the folder. Honestly? "GREAT."
Is that weird? Am I bad?
[Edited to add: for a GREAT 9/11 tribute, read Mel A Dramatic Mommy's post here]