Americans across the country are remembering the terrible events of ten years ago today. In our family, we are lucky enough to have a happier September 11 event to recall-- the birth of our first child.
It's challenging to have a child's birthday on a day of tragedy. For the rest of her life, her birthday will be marked by flags at half-mast and the images of the towers falling on the various news channels rehashing the event. The miracle of her life will forever be shadowed by death. I will always feel inexplicably guilty for having a new life to celebrate when many can only mark this day with loss.
But today, for us, is about our newly six-year-old girl, who doesn't know yet that September 11 means anything but her birthday. We will have a picnic at the park, we will eat cake, we will watch the full moon rise over the lake.
We will celebrate.