How does anyone return to normal after this sort of event? I can’t even think of anything to blog about – the little things I think about don’t seem to be very important in the grand scheme of things anymore. I’m almost done with the christening gowns. Somehow, even that isn’t so very important – the twins would be baptised with or without little white dresses. I am, quite frankly, terrified about getting on a plane in two weeks to go to NYC for this christening. In my head I can go through all the reasons why it will be ok – it’s not a cross-country flight, the security will be heightened, they wouldn’t strike again so soon – but in the irrational part of me that’s still a little scared of dark basements, I’m completely frightened. I will get on the plane. It would be giving in to the terrorism not to. But it will probably be one of the hardest things I’ve done in my life.
I meant to write something light-hearted today, to try and move on a little. Maybe tomorrow.