I don't think an hour has passed, including much of my sleeping hours, without thinking of the tragedy at Sandy Hook. I don't think my words are big or will bring comfort to anyone, so I feel incapable of addressing what happened.
Instead, I can share how we reacted.
Friday night, after Isaac and I were diagnosed with Influenza and shelled out $140 for Tamiful prescriptions, we bunkered down at home and did the only thing I could possibly imagine: we just loved together. Inspired by Erin's recent Christmas tree picnic, we put a blanket on the ground and ate pizza. Next up were root beer floats and Ice Age 3.
We cuddled, snuggled, kissed and hugged. Every minute Tony and I aware of the grieving parents who were unable to do the same. Isaac's fever returned and he ended up falling asleep in my lap. My legs were achy, as I too had the flu, but I couldn't move him. Thirty minutes later, there we stayed still cuddled up, mother and son.
It was a hard weekend, with the boys and I being sick. It never seems that their sickness results in a meek spirit, but we stayed cooped up together and I just reminded myself how blessed we are to be entrusted with these small lives, for as long as God allows. I spoiled where I could, with treats and cuddles.
Just really, how very blessed indeed.