Memento

For every person there's a story, an answer to the question: "Where were you when the towers came crashing down?"

This is Eden's story.
She was 20 months old - playing in the seminary day care while Daddy was in class and Mommy worked.
She came home that afternoon with this:

I wept.
6 months pregnant with Karis, living less than an hour from the crash site of Flight 93, and George just a few months from finishing years (and years) of school, I was hormonal, emotional and uncertain of the future.

I saw more than simple finger painting from a toddler, I saw the events of the day in her painting.

This is our memento.
This is our memory.