I was getting ready to take my 18-month-old to the library for storytime when I was about to turn the TV off. Suddenly, the news reported that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. I thought to myself, "Oh, that’s so sad. I hope the pilot didn’t have a medical emergency." At the time, I was eight months pregnant with Matthew, and I quickly jumped in the car. Airplanes were flying around, and they weren't allowing them to land. As I turned on the radio, I heard about the second plane crashing into the Trade Center. There was chaos all over the news. When I arrived at the library, we sat and watched the TV while our baby group kids listened to storytime. 💕