It's A Wonderful Life

 

 It's impossible for me to express myself tonight.  I've been staring at this screen for 42 minutes and I can hardly seem to form a single sentence.  

What is there to say?

I have found it difficult to think about (let alone talk about) the events of this last week in Connecticut.  I find myself instantly choked up at random times of the day.  I find myself immensely sad and yet intensely furious at the same time.  I find it overwhelming.  

And completely unbearable. 

 I find myself heartbroken that the most innocent of victims were taken without reason while the ones who loved them the most weren't there to protect them.

I find myself thinking about their sweet children and the way that their families will have to find some unimaginable way to keep going without them.

I find myself feeling that the world just got a little darker.

 I find myself wanting to hold my own kids a little tighter.  

To shield them from everything.  And, sadly, everyone.

I find myself  wanting to be a better mom.  

To acknowledge their efforts.  To appreciate their goodness.  To show them more affection.  To share with them my faith.   To guard their innocence.

And to assure them that I love them.

Unconditionally. 

Without question.  

All the time.

No matter what.