My two litle boys were happily playing when I watched a passenger jet(客机) explode into one of the World Trade Center towers(世贸大厦) in New York City on the television.
It took my husband, Matt, several hours to return home. I ran to the door to1 him. We held each other tightly,2 in a state of disbelief. How could this have happened in our safe 3 ?
Dinner was quieter than usual, although the kids helped keep things4 . There wasn't much 5 aside from expressions of deep sadness.
"I have a6 for you,"Matt said.
"For whom?" I asked and then remembered it was my birthday. "I don't feel much like. 7 . How about if
I open it tomorrow?"
"Okay, but you have to read this tonight. " He handed me a8 .
9/11/01
Gina:
9 today; with the horible disaste; Iwan to10 to you again, how miuchyow11 to me. The hard work that you are engaged in right now is12 , invisible and largely thankless in the short term.
But honey, please know that13 these little guys grow into men is a privilege that we should be proud to14 as we grow old together and the perfect filillmem (实现)of our15 bonds.
You are a great mom.
You are a great wi/e.
You are my best friend.
You are very pretty. Happy birthday.
—Matt
