It's our first Mother's day together. Your daddy bought me a pretty dress and brought me breakfast in bed. It was very nice of him to do that. We went over to your Grammy Kopperud's house for brunch. Now, we're sitting at home and I just woke up from a very long nap.
I wanted to take a moment out of baby and mother-related discussions to make note of a historical event, that will undoubtedly impact the world you're born in to. It's my hope for you that you'll never know the world the way that we have over the past ten years. But, you'll learn about this one day. You see, on September 11, 2001, planes crashed into two buildings in New York, one crashed into the Pentagon in Washington, DC and a fourth crashed in a field in Pennsylvania. At the end of that day, we discovered that a group of terrorists, led by Osama Bin Laden, was responsible for the attacks. One day, I'll tell you to ask your Grandpa Kopperud about that day for help with your report about the terrorist attacks.
In any case, the United States hasn't been able to find Osama Bin Laden, and he successfully avoided capture for almost ten years. However, on May 1, 2011, our president, Barack Obama, came on the news to tell us that the Navy SEALS had found and killed Osama Bin Laden.
I want you to understand the historical significance of this day, little one. To a lot of people, Bin Laden's death represents closure, revenge, and victory. A part of me feels all of those things. However, I want you to know that the death of another human being should never be a cause for celebration. Moreover, your daddy and I both believe that hate breeds hate, and violence only creates more violence. I don't know what the answer is and I don't want you to think I'm not glad that Osama Bin Laden isn't out in the world any more. I only know that I want you to be raised in a world where you know nothing but love.
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