Where were you?

It has been 9 years since the terrorist attacks. Wow. To me, it doesn't seem that long ago.

I was a freshman at ETSU, in my dorm room, talking on the phone with my mom. I was sick with a virus that morning, and didn't go to my 8 a.m. class. My mom told me what was going on, and I was glued to the television for most of the morning/afternoon. In fact, I remember that classes were called off for the rest of the day. That evening, the student body gathered in the ampitheater on campus and had a prayer circle. There were a lot of tears, confusion, anger and sympathy that day. Everywhere I turned around, people were on cell phones and the gas stations were packed. I can't describe the feeling I felt, but I could feel it in the air. It was as if you wanted to armour up, as a team. We were attacked. OUR people died.

I doubt there are many who don't remember where they were when they heard about the attacks. Too many people lost their life that day and will never be forgotten.

God bless our troops who are overseas fighting for our freedom. You are greatly appreciated.

Hey mom......I'm BAAAACCCKKK!! :)

My new obsession is blog stalking, therefore, it makes me want to update my own blog since it hasn't been given any love since February of last year.

What has been happening in the life of Lyndsay McGhee, you ask?

Well, the past year has been filled with sleepless nights, poopy diapers, wet kisses, and a new found love bigger than Texas. Our little Parker (who will referred to as P) is already 1. Our first year with her has been nothing less than amazing. Matthew (who will be referred to as M) and I never knew our hearts were capable of loving something (OUR something) so much. It. Is. Awesome.

Pics to come soon of sweet little P.