I spent this morning, during the times the planes hit the towers, the Pentagon, the field in Pennsylvania holding my nephew this time.  As I bowed my head in silence, holding him, hearing is coos of delight following his morning bottle, I felt a weight left off of me.

Two years ago, I sat in this same house, only with my then 2 year old niece in my lap, wiping away my tears.  It's odd realizing it's been an entire two years already.  Two years, two wars, more dead.  In the days following September 11, 2001, I hoped, thought, prayed, that maybe something good would come out of the terrorist attacks.  Maybe we would become a peaceful people.  Maybe, just maybe people would care for one another, instead of hating.

It didn't happen, we know that, now.  The world is still full of hate and rage and death.

Yet, I was sitting there, holding a new life, only four weeks old today, remembering those we lost.  A day that, someday, we'll explain to Kyrsie and Tre that what happened.  We'll let them know that terrorist took over those planes and hurt all those people.  But, that we don't blame everyone who is from the Middle East, we don't hate people based on race.  That bad things happen, but we can and should rise above them.

Suzy Smith