Today is September 11 - 9 years since the day I was sitting in my World Civilizations class at OBU as a brand new freshman and heard the news that America had been attacked. I'd been in school for less than a month. There was not another day that I wanted to be back in Tyler more than that one. What a day.
My professor said he couldn't teach with things like that going on, so I went back to my dorm room to watch tv. I had visions of draft reinstatement and world war that didn't amount to much, but I have never felt the world change more clearly or quickly than in those hours watching tv. We had a campus-wide chapel to pray for our nation and our President, but mainly, I think we all just needed to be together for support.
Even today, as I was driving to town and saw flags at half mast, I felt some tears come to my eyes. September 11, 2001 will always be a day that is strongly tied to emotion for me and everyone who remembers it. (Of course, that's probably multiplied today by pregnancy hormones.) I don't think anyone really will read this besides me, but thank you to every person out there who's serving or has served our country. This day always makes me particularly grateful.
On a slightly lighter note, my crazy husband decided to fly today of all days on a "bucket list" sort of adventure. He left early this morning with Billy to fly to Amarillo, TX. Now, why would anyone randomly fly to Amarillo, you ask? Well, I'll tell you why : steak. BIG steak.
David and Billy flew to Amarillo to take on the Big Texan's 72 oz. steak challenge. In 1 hour, they tried to eat a steak the size of a barn, a potato, roll, salad, and 3 shrimp. I am sad to report, neither of them succeeded. But that wasn't really the point, I suppose. After David returns and reports his feat of eating 44.8 oz of steak and some sides in a single sitting, it will become another "Remember that time when...." story for the 2 of them to laugh about. Just another thing to add to the list of quirks that make me love my husband so very much. Who else flies to Amarillo for a $72 "I attempted to eat the 72 oz steak" t-shirt (aka, meal payment for not finishing) and a bellyache?
(The moment of defeat)
