Meghan - my 9/11 baby

Every time my kids have a birthday it makes me feel like they are growing up too fast! I also can't help but reflect on their births, at what I and the world were doing at the time. Meghan's birth was especially poignant. Meghan is my 9/11 baby. She is a special reminder to me that there will always be hope, goodness and beauty in a sometimes ugly world. Meghan was born only 2 short days after the terrorist attacks on our beloved country. On the way to the hospital I remember thinking to myself, "How can we possibly bring another child into a world were there is so much wickedness and hate? Were there are those who derive such pleasure at inflicting so much pain and suffering onto others?" It really frightened me. My heart was broken for all of the people who had lost loved ones on that horrific September morning. But there is a saying that goes. "A baby is a sign from God that the world should go on." On September 13, 2001 our family was blessed with such a sign. There was so much tragedy surrounding her birth. I remember holding her in my arms and looking down at her sweet, innocent, perfect little face. She had a bunch of brown hair but right through the center of it she had a beautiful streak of blonde (she still has it). It was as if the angels had touched her. To me it was indeed a sign of love, hope, and faith sent from above. We named her Meghan, with an H. That H stands for Hope and is a reminder to me that we have a loving Heavenly Father. That no matter what, there is always hope. I am so very thankful that we were blessed with our Meghan, and that she came into the world when she did. She has brought our family so much joy. Happy Birthday Meg!! We love you!