Never Forget

Two words, I've heard all day, never forget. 

Never forget that morning, that morning that changed us forever.
That early morning, I suddenly became very aware that this world was not the pretty daydream, my seven year old mind had it out to be. The morning that turned into an afternoon of riding home on the bus; all of us rowdy kids, silent. And then, the afternoon that changed to the evening news, loud in our small house; my mother crying in shock and my father cursing with anger. Finally, the evening that grew to night; laying in my bed, scared and confused.
Until now, I've always never forgotten today, as the day that brought fear to me. Fear of war, fear of sacrifice, fear of an uncertain future.
But now, today is different.

On this new, September 11th, I am not a frightened seven year old.
And I will never forget this morning, this early morning that I woke up and knew I loved you. This morning, turning into afternoon when I remembered your smile, and the way you say my name. And then, the afternoon that changed to my evening alone; thinking about you coming home, to stay. Finally, the evening that grew to night, as I lay here in bed, peacefully and safe.

Granted, I may forget the tragedy of September 11, 2001, whether it be from old age or blocking the violent memory.
But I will indeed never forget that morning, on the new September 11th, that morning that changed us forever. 

..I have been loving you for 730 days and counting..