Around this time 16 years ago, Bryan and I had just decided we wanted to try to have a baby. This is a big decision for anyone, but even bigger for us, who spent a decade swearing we didn’t want children.
Then 9/11 happened.
It made us question everything, especially the idea of bringing a child into our crazy world.
Ultimately, we decided that to give into fear was not how we wanted to live and Dex arrived prematurely just two days after the first anniversary of 9/11.
Of course, this memory of that day pales in comparison to all those who were there, and most especially to those who we lost.
But sometimes, I feel like – just 16 years later – we are already forgetting what a huge ripple effect that day had one everyone. It, sadly, *really* changed the world.
And yet, this week, we celebrate by son’s 15th birthday and remember that, yes, the good stuff stays the same.