September 11th, 2001:
Dh and I had been married for 21 months.
Cody was 17 mos old.
Pregnant with Dylan, but didn’t know it yet.
Evan wasn’t even a thought.
I was still in my twenties, and I’m pretty sure that my boobs didn’t reach my waist.
Lived in the smallest apartment ever.
Dh and I both worked at the same casino.
Grandpa had just moved to The Farm.
I drove a station wagon circa 1986. Dh drove a Chevy Cavalier circa 1995.
September 11th 2009:
Mike and I have been married for almost 10 yeaars.
Cody is 9 and in the third grade.
Dylan is 7 and in the second grade.
Evan is almost 6 and in kindergarten.
We’ll not talk about my age. Or what part of my body my boobs can reach.
We’ve moved. Twice. Now we live in a smallish house.
Mike sells appliances. I’m a stay at home mom.
Grandpa has passed away, and now my mom lives at the farm.
I don’t have a car, and Mike drives a 2000 Audi.