I saw the cover of People magazine, and it featured a child that lost a parent on September 11th. I can't imagine what it was like to be in NYC or D.C. today with all of the families and friends of those who lost their lives. I remember hearing all of the stories. I am still so proud (correct adjective?) of the passengers who took over their flight from the terrorists. They knew what was going to happen, so they called their loved ones. As Hugh Grant talked about in the beginning of "Love Actually," none of their messages were of hate, they were all of love. It's amazing what ordinary citizens and our military servicemen and women have done to protect us. God bless them all!
Happy Birthday, BK! You're the best friend a girl could ever wish, hope, or pray for!