Since it's been ten years today since the tragic falling of the Towers in NYC, everyone has been really thoughtful and thankful for what they have, myself included. Ten years ago today, I was 15 and a sophomore in high school. I don't remember much of what happened that day, but in the days afterward I remember a lot. The reason I don't remember much is because I was at home on the couch recuperating from having my gall bladder taken out and was very much in a morphine induced stupor. I do remember my Dad being home and waking me up and telling me to look at the TV. I saw the smoke and a red tape below the screen saying that the towers had been hit. I was so confused. I just remember my Dad left to get my brother from school and it was a very, very sad day. I am kind of glad that I didn't see the second plane hit the second tower, and I didn't need to to understand the loss and complete vulnerability of that attack. I can't imagine the absolute terror that ran through everyone's minds as they watched that happen. I hope and pray that we won't have to see something like that ever again. It's a sad thing for people to be seriously misled into thinking that terrorism is the answer. I pray that God will keep us safe, and I am very, very blessed with what I have.
To end on a lighter note of remembrance, Nate and I went on a date yesterday. Although impromptu, it was a REAL date. Embracing the coming of Fall, I got dressed up in probably what will be my last real chance to wear a cute strapless summer dress for the season, and met him at Starbucks, where we proceeded to get pumpkin frappuccinos! Then we drove to an antique mall, where we found all kinds of cool things that were way out of our price ranges... except for this amazing Kodak camera from the 50's. It was 19 dollars, and although I haven't gotten it yet, I hid it in a real good spot just in case I wanted it later. I looked online and text my bestie and both said it was a super cool camera. I might just have to go back and get it. Then we went to the soap store (I didn't get anything in there, although everything smelled yum), and the general store in Sautee Village, and I was convinced (okay, so they didn't have to even nudge me...) to buy this expensive farmer's cheese that was probably one of the most delicious things that I have ever had. We went outside and played with the bubble wands and then we went to the
Sweetwater Coffeehouse with newly bought cheese and crackers in tow.
This was one of the best parts for me. Nate took me to Sweetwater about 5 months ago on a really cool date. We were pretty new, and I was still shy, and we had iced chai tea and he played guitar and played with pick up sticks (actually I just stuck them in his beard). I remember it because there was a lumberjack man sitting there watching us while Nate was playing guitar and said "I'm just waiting to hear you play her a love song" and I immediately freaked out because we didn't say that "L" word yet.
Fast forward 5 months and many, many "L" words said everyday, we went back and got iced chai teas and Nate played guitar and we ate the expensive cheese and enjoyed each other. It made me so, so happy to do that again with the same man that took me there almost half a year before and be able to love him so much more. We should make it a tradition :)
We left Sweetwater (Nate with a new bumper sticker and a really cool homemade thrown, fired, and glazed mug) and went to a bar in Helen (Bigg Daddies I think...) and got wings (his were better than mine. I wanted to steal them all.) and sat outside in the most perfect weather I have felt in awhile and people watched. After that, we went to a "park" across the street and swung on swings and realized that we were both probably never going to be able to do the monkey bars again and climbed down to a bank and skipped stones on the river. After I skipped one stone the entire time (and Nate was flipping skipping all of them), we walked around Helen and got our pictures taken in a photobooth and shared funnel cake before we drove home with the windows down, smelling all of the camp/bonfires every few miles along the way.
It was one of the best days of my life, and I'm glad I got to share it with my love, Nate. Again, I wanna marry that boy someday :)
