While September starts on September 1 and my baby’s birthday is in early September, the year always starts slow and until after the 11th, never feels quite right. I was in Italy on this day 16 years ago but the impact that it had on me as a New Yorker, really as a person, remains. Every year I watch the ceremony, as I feel we should bear witness to those we perished. Despite the sunshine outside, today is always a little somber and sobering. Certainly a day of reflection. I thank my lucky stars for everything and everyone in my life.