Let’s go back to this day in 1996! It was a Wednesday like today.

I was 9 months pregnant. I was due in 2 days. The 13th. It, like this week, would have been on a Friday. I couldn’t have a Friday the 13th baby. So when I went into labor 2 days early I was so happy.

So my one and only child was born on September 11th, 1996. Just like this year on a Wednesday. I always joked that she was my 9/11 baby.

That was until 2001. Her birthday that year was to be on a Tuesday so I decided to have her birthday party the weekend before at Chuck E Cheese.

credit: Melissa Bartlett, TSM

I’m so glad I did. A great turnout. Had she waited her party probably would have had to wait for weeks.

Let’s fast forward to Tuesday, September 11, 2001. I decided to drop her off at daycare on her birthday as I went to work then I would pick her up and take her to lunch at Olive Garden on her 5th birthday and her dad would take her to Discovery Center that night.

Little did I know how those plans would all change. We got up and had breakfast. I had cupcakes to bring her at daycare. We drove to school.

It was just before 8 am. I heard on the radio about the first plane hitting. I said “oh my God”....Faith at 5 years old said “what mommy?”. I didn’t want to tell her what I heard.

I still didn’t really know what I heard. Plus it was her birthday. So I dropped her off as usual. I went to the radio station I worked at and then I heard the 2nd plane hit. I knew it wasn’t a mistake.

I still had to be there for my child. I went by and picked her up for lunch. We went to Olive Garden, her favorite place, probably why she works there now. We had lunch. She couldn't go to the Discovery Center that night because basically everything shut down that day. Understandably so.

I dropped her back off to daycare. By the time I went back for cupcakes...the event I tried to keep her from was the one they were all watching.

All of a sudden that September 11th birthday meant something even more. Made me so sad. Nobody forgot this birthday. I was so glad I had her birthday party early. As of course nobody wanted to celebrate anything for weeks. It was such a somber time.....as it should be. I remember I didn't work the rest of the week. Everyone was just so numb.

My niece, Hope, has a birthday on December 7th, Pearl Harbor Day. My daughter, Faith, today on Patriot Day. I always say the two days the US was attacked on our own soil WOULD be my child and nieces birthday.

Oh and my daughter made her First Communion on the day Pope John Paul II died.
Where were you when that world stopped turning on that September day?