I have a post written and ready to publish, but it doesn't feel right. In it, I lovingly complain about some of my kids' behavior and make jokes about their "difficult" phases. But now all that I can say, after the heart-breaking events in Connecticut, is that I love my babies and am so thankful they're home safe with me.
I've had more patience as I struggle to put pajamas on wiggly little bodies that refuse to cooperate or the repeated requests for just one more thing before bed. No matter how frustrated I can feel with my kids at times...there are parents out there who would love the chance to get their baby one more glass of water, read just one more story, or rock just a few more minutes.
I'm mourning those children and I can't fathom the grief their families are feeling. I don't have the right words to say, and looking for sense in the senseless is exhausting. I'm praying constantly for all those affected and hugging my loved ones even tighter.
