I’m not gonna lie : it was difficult to me lever this morning {wake up}.

That extra five minutes or an hour in bed is always oh so sweet.

So I’m gonna embrace the crap outta this morning and savor it. I suggest you do the same.

Because 16 years ago today, some crazies decide to run some planes into The Pentagon and The World Trader Center.

It’s one of those days you’ll never forget — where you were, whom you were with. I will never be able to erase the image of The Pentagon out of my mind’s eye: bombed out. Utter destruction. Chaos.

Yet someone had hung up our flag. It was small. You could barely make it out admist all the ruin and bricks. This was prior to the massive one hung from the crane they put up days later.

This flag was a sign of hope and defiance to me. It was a big, fuck you, of the best kind.

The kind that says: you can’t ever take our spirit away. And no one can. Let’s all be thankful AF of our country. And go love each other. For the reason that : today we remember.

So we’ll hold each other just a little bit closer. And give space.