to have a husband who has ideas like this one.
He totally kicked my butt in the outfit department today at church.
But guess what else I'm proud of?
I'm proud to be called an American.
We are the best.
Forgive me if I don't try to convey the flurry of emotions brought to the surface by all the 9/11 specials on TV.
They are heart-wrenching, and I've been tearing up all day.
But one thing's for sure:
It makes one happy call themselves American.