It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

That is the song Davis and I sang on our way to school today and I couldn't help but feel like the words lacked the magical meaning they used to before the horrific tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary. This definitely does not feel like the most wonderful time of the year. As we headed towards school this morning, I looked in my rearview mirror to see the happiest little boy, grinning his cheesiest smile, bobbing his head from side to side, and surrounded by Christmas cheer! I kept my smile for him, but it was hard.

I couldn't help but imagine what those parents remember and cherish as their last memories of their precious babies last Friday morning...a morning cuddle, a bowl of cheerios, brushing teeth, putting on socks, packing a lunch, a drive to school, the wave good-bye...

Kids are so pure, so innocent. Davis doesn't even know there are bad people out there and what guns can do. This morning he asked me what the red alarm button was for on my keys. I told him it was a button that made a loud noise to call for help. He quickly nodded in understanding and said, "for the big bad wolf." I dread the day he learns the truth. For those in Newtown, the innocence is gone.

I don't share my political or religious views on this blog, and I'm not going to start now. But because I'm not writing about it, I don't want you to think I'm ignoring those issues and thoughts. I'm angry, I'm sad, I'm confused, I'm trying to solve everything in my head...aren't we all? But I did want to write a blog post today. I didn't want to post the fun pictures from our Christmasy weekend today and ignore what happened.

My prayers go to...the families who lost loved ones, the teachers and staff at the school, first responders...