I have opened up a new blog post with the intent to write several times over the last few days. After I stare at a blank screen for a while, I shut it again without writing anything.
There are no words.
On Friday, December 14th, my little world changed. I used to think December 14th was a fabulous day because it was my birthday. Now, and forever more, I will shed tears on that day in remembrance of those 20 sweet little faces and the 6 teachers who died trying to protect them.
I pray that the last thoughts of those 20 beautiful children were of the love of their families.
It seemed like an eternity until Caleb's bus came that afternoon, but when it did I grabbed him and burst into tears. I savored every minute with both of my kids this weekend, knowing that parents in Connecticut would give anything to be able to play with theirs again.
What has this tragedy taught me? To love deeper, to always, always hug my kids goodbye, not to be stingy with "I love you," to let my students know how much they mean to me, and to thank God for every day.
What has it taught you?