No, really. I used to think it was just me.
September 11, 2001: my sweet sixteen. New York City. Twin Towers. Pentagon. Flight 93.
September 11, 2012: my 27th birthday. Benghazi. Perhaps the most tragic event ever used for political gain.
September 11, 2017: my 32nd birthday. Hurricane Irma. The most intense hurricane to strike the U.S. since Katrina (2005).
The latter, however, is the first catastrophic birthday I have celebrated with two little ones at my side.
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