My husband and I had just got back together after a short separation. He was going back to his old job again that morning. My son and I were doing our morning routine of watching the news before he went to school. The news person cam on and said there was a breaking news story in New York City and they cut to the network feed. In horror, my son and I watched as they showed the one tower burn. All I could think about were those people in there and no way out for the ones in the upper stories. As we watched, I saw the other plane come into view. I thought it was a small plane or police copter. Then the plane flew into the second tower. In horror, I screamed to to my husbnad that the Twin Towers had been hit by 2 planes. I knew then, it was no accident, but an act of terrorism. We all sat together crying for those we knew had been lost, praying for their souls to be sent to heaven. Throughout the day, I was glued to the TV, waitiing for some word it was all a joke. But the it was all too real.

My husband was sent home early from work and we sat in disbelief that it had happen. I know that what happened has made us more committed than ever to live and love each and every day we have together.