Ryan came home last night with a homework assignment asking for his mom and dad to describe where they were 13 years ago when 9/11 occurred. It had me reflecting a lot about that day. My life was different in so many ways. Ryan wasn't part of our family yet, we were living in another town, family members that have since passed were still with us, and a security in living was being taken with each moment that ensued. To those that weren't born yet, it is a feeling that is hard to describe. I remember sitting in the living room that morning, having just taken the kids to school and watching Good Morning America as it was happening. My first thoughts were, "What is going on?" "Are there people in those buildings?" Nobody really knew yet the "whys?" and "whats" to what was unfolding on national television. I felt a vulnerability I had never experienced before in my lifetime. I wanted to go and pick up my children from school and hug each of them. I will never forget how it made me feel and continues to make me feel for those that lost their lives that day and for their families who also lost mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, husbands, wives, etc.... As story after story unfolded I was astounded at the bravery of those who were called upon to help and those that just felt a need to offer assistance in any way they could provide. Our lives are what they are today because of those who are willing to sacrifice their time serving our country and the citizens who live in it. It made me proud to be an American, where we saw the best of mankind in the worst possible of circumstances. I am thankful each day for the service and sacrifice they, and their families make for each and every one of us to live in a land of freedom.