It's a slow start for me today. One of those rare and luxurious, tea and toast in bed days, after the kids have gone to school. I needed a rest morning and I'm taking it. Plenty of days ahead for activity. And I'm sitting here with my computer, facebook open and I'm struck with the beauty and solemnity of the tributes for 9/11, that day no one will ever forget. I remember that it was a slow start for me thirteen years ago as well, heavily pregnant and covered in PUPPP rash. It was a hot day in September and I was trying to keep myself cool when a friend rang and told me to turn on the T.V.
Thirteen years later it occurs to me that I should write something too on such a subject so close to my heart, and then I realise I don't have to. Our Sam has already said what needs to be said.