Extra Hug

The morning started out simply enough, as Madison found Jingle into a bit more mischief in the kitchen.  The picture above shows him making sugar snow angels on the counter, which looks like a lot of fun for the elf - but not so much for Mommy and Daddy, who have to clean up after him.  Looks like we're going to have to have a word or two with him!

The day was an ordinary work day, much like any other begins.  It ended, of course, quite differently for us as a nation.  Today was one of those days we will forever ask, "where were you the day...?"  I remember reading about the school in Connecticut earlier in the day, thinking it wouldn't be as bad as it ultimately turned out.  Later on the afternoon, we were all weeping.  We still are.  How and why are questions we'll never really understand.  We know that we don't battle against flesh and blood, and there is no one to lash out against in person anyway.  We want to rage against something, while simultaneously scream in anguish.

Today Madison came to the church with Mommy, as life was going on with the Christmas production.  Daddy hugged her extra long, although she has no idea why.  How could you even explain something so unexplainable?  We just thank God for a child to put to bed tonight, while grieving for the parents who can do so no longer.  We pray for God to heal our land, and tonight as we prayed together before bed, we prayed for those whose lives will never be the same.