I forget the impact that it has on my house. I forget that it changed my life. But, here’s the timeline, in case you were bored.
September 11, 2001 – Now we know it as 9/11.
Mid-November 2001 – Chad & I met at a concert through some friends.
Early-December 2001 – Chad & I start dating. We didn’t waste any time.
January 2002 – Chad deploys to Germany for 7 months. And we date through letters and phone calls.
December 2003 – We get hitched!
January 2005 – Chad deploys to Iraq.
June 2006 – Chad comes home.
Fast forward to this morning. I should have realized something was different when Husband was showing 9/11 tribute videos to the girls at 7:30 this morning. I also should have realized that he didn’t so much respond to anything I said all day long. I also should have realized that he was a tad on the short side with us. I finally caught on when he parked it on the couch to watch more 9/11 tribute videos tonight. And then again when he let our little Banana stay up to watch the Clydesdale’s Budweiser video and we all got teary-eyed.
You see, I forget. I mean, I recognize that it’s 9/11, but I totally forget the impact that it has on people like my husband. People who were first responders or people who went to war for it. You see, our houses will never forget.
We are so proud to be Americans. We love our country and we will raise our girls to love her too.
It’s been 12 years since 9/11. It’s been 12 years since I met my husband. It’s been 11 years since his first deployment. It’s been 7 years since his second deployment. And every Memorial Day, 4th of July, 9/11, and Veterans Day since then we remember. We remember the lives, we remember the sacrifice, and we remember how our lives are forever changed. We remember what we lost.
And we watch a lot of videos. And we get a little crabby. And we get a little sad. And one of us goes to bed early. And one of us blogs about it.
And I love my husband even more because he remembers.