this past weekend, i spent a whole lot of time gazing at my sweet baby, soaking her in, with such a heavy awareness of life and death and what i have and what i could lose. my mind keeps going back to the empty beds and empty hearts in connecticut, and my own heart is just broken for all the ruined christmases and ruined lives up there. it’s scary that our nation has gotten so violent, and every time i rock my precious girl, i can’t help but wish i could just keep her this tiny, in my protection, shielded from the world… but i can’t, and i have to trust that God will keep each of us here on earth as long as we’re meant to be here, and then we’ll go on to a much greater place. that being said, i’m just so so very thankful for every night i get to go to bed with the two loves of my life and wake up again the next morning with their beautiful faces. every little breath my baby breathes, every movement she makes, i am completely in awe of, and i would never be the same if i had that stolen from me. honestly, i can’t even imagine what that would be like, and i wish the people of newtown didn’t have to know. those people, they are certainly in our prayers!
Well said. They are certainly all in my prayers
Very well said. My heart hurts just thinking about it. I'm definitely squeezing my nieces and nephews a little tighter.