For a long time I've wanted to record my perspective on the tragic events of 9/11, where I was, what I was doing, . . . . so here goes.
In September 2001, Conner and I traveled with Scott for a lengthy business trip to Michigan and Ohio. He had work reviews that would last 3 weeks. So rather than having him fly home across the country every weekend we decided to go with him -- and because his company was saving money by not flying him back and forth, they paid for my ticket. :)
We arrived in Detroit on a Sunday night and drove through the dark to the first review site in Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan. It is on the upper peninsula of Michigan, right on the border. All you had to do was cross a bridge and you were in Canada.
Our daily routine: Scott gets ready, read scriptures together, Conner and I go back to sleep for a little bit longer, spend the day piddling around the hotel (he was just 10 months old so there were naps too), walk to lunch at the McDonald's next door or heat up leftovers from dinner the night before, Scott returns after work, and we'd go out for dinner together.
(I dug out some really really old digital pictures . . . from our very first digital camera. The thing used 3.5 floppy disks for memory! Yes, one of the originals.)
Life in the hotel room with a 10 month old. Luckily, Conner was a very happy baby so he was very easily entertained. Even by exposed plumbing.
On Tuesday morning (day 2) we followed the usual routine. Scott left around 7am, I fed Conner and we both went back to sleep. I woke up a little after 9am (EST) and turned on the tv while I laid in bed.
And there it was on every channel. Both towers of the World Trade Center had been hit by planes. I was shocked, stunned, and aching for all those innocent people. I needed to talk to someone so I called Scott at work -- we spoke for just a minute or two but he had to get back to work. My eyes stayed glued to the television and I gasped as I watched individuals jump out of the high-rise windows. Talking to the tv wasn't working, so I called my dad at work. We talked for a few minutes, sharing our disbelief at the situation.
Tears came to my eyes as I watched the situation unfold, the smoke rise higher, the desparation in the streets grow, and then one tower collapsed, followed by another. I couldn't believe I was watching this on live television. And here I was, sitting alone in a hotel bed with an infant, in a strange state, a strange city . . . taking this all in. I'll never forget that experience and feeling.
We continued with our trip, but there was definitely a different air about everything. The border to Canada closed for a while, but on Friday it re-opened and we were able to cross over to get some dinner and take some pictures.

The following two weeks Scott worked in Cleveland, Ohio. Over the weekends we took day trips to Kirtland, Niagara Falls, and Palmyra, NY to see Church history sites like the Sacred Grove & Hill Cumorah as well as the Palmyra temple. There was heightened security at the falls as well as just a heightened sense of awareness everywhere we went.

During most of this time, all airplanes in the U.S. were grounded. Airports were closed. No one was flying anywhere. We probably should have been more concerned about this, considering we were 2200 miles away from home, but we weren't.
It was near the end of September when our trip ended, and luckily the airports were open again. We entered the Detroit airport with our luggage and stroller, checked in, went through security, and walked to our gate. We were both in awe . . . the airport was empty. A handful of people here and there, but by and far it was desolate. It felt really creepy and eery.

We made it home safe and sound.
One year later we were back east again, following Scott on business for a 2 week stint. This time we were in Massachussetts so we spent a Saturday sight-seeing in New York City. We stopped by Ground Zero and took a picture (with my film camera). It was impressive to see what they were able to clean-up and accomplish in a year.
This morning I watched part of the 9/11 Memorial service while eating my breakfast. The kids sat on the couch with me and I tried to explain the events of that day while getting choked up. Payton looked at me funny. But I think it's important for the kids to understand this part of our country's history because it has definitely shaped who we are, and what we are fighting for today.
"Remember" was a theme throughout much of the Memorial service. I know that I will never forget.