The Morning of Stolen Innocence

September 11th. Not a day to go by unappreciated. We'd just left our drive when I decided I NEEDED to stop and capture the amazing morning we were gifted. I adore low lying fog. ADORE.IT! We were a tad early leaving the house so it was perfect.

Then, on our travels we notice a fire truck parked with it's ladder up and a HUGE flag hanging from it. Sugar Bear wanted to know WHY.....so I told her. I choked up and cried, and told the story of September 11th 2001. My daughter listened carefully, and worried about my tears, but she learned something that morning. Something I wish she didn't have to learn. Her heart broke for those who lost their lives, as well as those that lost their loved ones. She felt a bit of their pain.

And a bit of her own innocence was stolen.