Sorry I missed last week’s blog, but I was in California with Joe all week. What a crazy, emotional couple of weeks! We got hit with an earthquake then Hurricane Irene. My kids went back to school. Milania started kindergarten. And now it’s the tenth anniversary of 9/11.
It’s still hard to look back on that day. It seems like yesterday. Gia was eight months old. I used to work in the city every day. Like so many other people, I would take the bus to Port Authority and then walk to my job. I worked until I had Gia and I was supposed to go back to work after six weeks, but I just couldn’t leave her. That morning, as I watched the TV in horror, Joe called me (he was already at work) to check on me and he said Gia was our miracle or maybe I would have been in the city that day. My girls are definitely my miracles. My thoughts and prayers are with everyone who wasn’t so lucky that day. Every day we have with our loved ones is a miracle.
Again, I cannot thank you all enough for your support and kind wishes for my family and me. First, you allowed our craziness into your homes, and then you actually cared about us. It means the world to me. I know it’s been a tough season for my family and me -- it’s been a tough year for a lot of people -- but things are getting better. The sun is definitely coming out!