Today I let the remainder of our holiday cards sit on the dining room table unaddressed and dirty dishes fill up our sink.
I carried Lucas more than letting him walk and much to his delight served him caramel and chocolate covered popcorn with lunch.
I snuggled up with him on the couch as watched Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer together and silently thanked God that he was with me.
He’s been napping for an hour and I swear I’ve checked on him half a dozen times, kissing him lightly on the cheek.
I wept.
The fire station at the end of my street has it’s flag at half mast.
Our preschoolers are not safe.
Our high school teens are not safe.
Our college kids are not safe.
I am devastated by the Connecticut elementary school shootings, which killed more than two dozen people, mostly children not much older than my own.
It is among the world’s worst mass shootings.
These young people had their entire lives ahead of them.
The only way to honor these children is to have stricter gun control laws! Civilians do NOT need weapons that can fire 100 rounds of ammunition at rapid speed. Ever.
I hope none of you are close to this tragedy.
Life is precious.
