We just returned this weekend from NYC. It was the infamous Fashion Week and the whole family flew back east to check it out. Liam was an old pro as usual on the plane and Patsy encountered her first fan. We stayed downtown in the now chic Meatpacking District. Our hotel The Gansevoort had an amazing rooftop bar with views of the entire city.Yet, among that skyline of beauty, the reminder of where two mirrored towers once stood. As dynamic as the week was it was bittersweet as the city seemed somber as 9/11 came and went and for one day everyone everywhere connected, mourned, and found strength as ONE. Sadly, it seems to sometimes take a loss of catastrophic proportions to bring people together. On this one day in particular in NYC no one seemed in a hurry for once, and every face you looked into you recieved a knowing smile of genuine acceptance and vulnerability. Although the tragedy of 9/11 has passed and people try as they may to rebuild their lives and move on past their loss its nice to know that we as a country band together knowing we will never FORGET. I took Liams little hands in mine and told him that we will say a silent prayer for the men and women who lost their lives in 9/11 and for their families and loved ones they left behind. He looked at me with his big beautiful old soul blue eyes and I knew one day I sadly yet proudly would tell him the story of 9/11. Tell him about the loss yet the courage. The anger yet the kindness. How enemies stayed enemies and strangers became family.About death, and rebirth...and life lived, life given,and life taken. One day my son will learn that life can be cruel yet life goes on. This is what I witnessed last week. I started tonight wanting to blog about how fabulous The Bestsy Johnson fashion show was (and it was! Betsey herself is beyond dynamic), how amazing drinks on the rooftop with fashion guru Tim Gunn were ( he's got charm, wit, and style oozing from every pore--(adore!)), how I ate dinner next to Mary Kate Olsen at the hotspot of the moment The Waverly Inn... but alas I couldnt. I'm a mommy now. I know what its like to give life and after my dads death last year I also know what its like to have it taken away. But the only thing I can think that could possibly help is knowing that life is given and life is taken but that LOVE is eternal and always remains. Love is what we carry with us. Its a message I will always teach my son.