Our weekend consisted of a mexican restaurant date night, almost purchasing a baby boxer, two trips to the yogurt bar, several 9/11 documentaries, and a lot of football games.
It doesn't matter how many times I watch those planes fly into the towers or how many times I watch them crumble to the ground, nor how many people I see jumping out of the buildings, or how many times I see people running from a blinding cloud of smoke and dust, or how many personal stories I hear - it always, time after time, puts a tremendous lump in my throat, heavy weight on my heart, fills my eyes with tears, and more than anything it makes my blood boil. Boil to the point that I'm infuriated with the fact that we haven't blown Al Qaeda off the map. And I'll stop there.
If you've watched NFL games today you've probably seen the State Farm commercial with the young children singing Empire State of Mind. It was a collaborative effort that sent close to 150 children to four firehouses in NYC to thank them through the song. I cried every time it came on today.