Thank you Beverly @ How Sweet the Sound for hosting Pink Saturday today (click here), not as a party but a celebration of life; for giving us a reason to put on our pretty pink lipstick and smile, and say howdy to our fellow bloggers; ones that have become more than just a name on a post, they are true friends that we haven't yet met. For this day of remembrance of our how lives were irrevocably changed nine years ago, we need to think of rosy thoughts and not dwell on the overwhelming sadness of that day, or if not, we shall certainly be consumed by despair. As we honor the lives that were lost that fateful day, we must also cherish each new life that has since begun, as they bring hope for a better tomorrow.
(A little vintage pink and blue planters, perfect for the nursery).
Look at these rosy pink cheeks and innocent eyes that look upon the world with wonder and awe. Let us teach our little ones to share their toys with others, not to call each other bad names, and to all play nice with playmates. If we all did that now as adults, the world would be a very happy playground.
(Vintage pink gloves)
But for today, September 11th, please join hands in silent prayer, to remember those whose lives were lost that day and the lives that have since been lost. Place your hand over your heart and with pride, recite the Pledge of Allegiance. With a hand raised, salute the military personnel and all other security forces that keep us safe at a great cost to themselves and their families.
At first Portland, Maine seemed so far removed from what was happening in New York City nine years ago today. Then we learned that two of the hijackers actually stayed in a hotel in South Portland, only a few miles from my home. They flew out of the Portland Jetport and I could have seen their plane fly overhead. Suddenly the world seemed a smaller place.
(Pink frosted glass from the fifties and a small pink vase marked with the outline of the Empire State Building and the words Worlds Fair 1940).
We will never forget what took place that day at the Pentagon in Washington D.C, a field in Pennsylvania, or at the Twin Towers in New York City. Nor should we. Like all horrific events in history, it must be remembered and respected, to not be repeated. But we must also look to the promise of a better future, and so I raise a glass in a toast to this day's rosy sunrise, to a new day, and to a new beginning.
Thank you to Beverly and all the other folks participating today for Pink Saturday. Life goes on, one pink baby step at a time.
Got it at Goodwill