I fancy myself a wordsmith, but nothing I can write would fully express my emotions on September 11, 2001. Seven years ago, I was working in a second grade classroom. Our monarch butterflies had just hatched and we were about to give them their freedom when the news came in. We said nothing to the children to spoil their wonder and joy at the cycle of life. Elsewhere, there was wonder but no joy, and many lives were coming to a terrible end.
We lifted the screen from the terrarium. After a few false starts, the butterflies left their asters and milkweed pods and flew into the sky. The irony was not lost to me that amidst life and innocence, there is death and sin.
Life is unpredictable. Sometimes we forget how precious and finite our time on earth is while we are weighted down with real or imagined problems. So today, hug a child, marvel at a butterfly. Love the one you're with. Remember.