I just went back and re-read last year’s post about September 11th, and I’m struck by the contrast between my feelings then and my feelings now. The sadness is still there, but it’s not making me cry this year. The empty pit of anger and despair has been filled in with hope for the future. Isn’t that, fundamentally, what making babies is? A statement that you believe there might be a better future for your children to live in?
Better now, mostly.