Can you remember where you were?

I know that today is the 6th anniversary of 9/11. I'm sure that that is what is on everyone's mind. But 9/11 means something different for me. It wasn't 9-11-01 but 9-11-02. On this day 5 years ago I sat, with my Mom, in the office of a surgeon. He explained to me that the tumor was on my left ovary. It was the size of a grapefruit, which was probably about the same size as my baby. I was five months pregnant when I found out I had to have surgery. I would have the surgery the next day, 9-12-02. The doctors pulled my womb outside of my body in order to get behind him, Christian, and remove the tumor as well as my left ovary. This night was one of the worst nights of my life. I was scared. I was scared that I would lose my baby. But I put the life of myself and my unborn son into Gods hands as he directed and gave the doctors the ability to accomplish this surgery and save the life of myself as well as my sweet boy.

Now Christian is going to school. He is a shy little boy who has to say a prayer every morning to go to school. When I get there in the afternoon to pick him up he is the only kid standing with his backpack on holding his lunch box. The other kids are all playing on the playground. He has a sweet nature. His best friend is his Daddy, but when he crawls into bed, on the rare occasion, it is me he cuddles with. I can tell that God has big plans for him. On this day five years ago God knew that I would be sitting here 5 years later watching my little one color. I pray that Chris and I are raising our children to love God above all else!