Ten years ago, I was sitting on our bright blue couch, breastfeeding my 2 week baby boy, still recovering from my C-section. My dog, Sugar, was curled up beside me, jealous of the new baby. The Hub was asleep in the other room.

The first tower had already been hit when I clicked the TV on, and the second was hit soon after.

My memory has never been my best friend…it fails me often. But I will always remember that moment. The attacks felt very distant from me, but also oddly close. I remember feeling very frightened for our future as a whole, and for the future of the baby in my lap. I remember the incredibly long lines at the gas station when my husband was trying to get to work. I remember the sense of panic, fear, and despair felt all over the country.

It is hard to believe that 10 years have passed.