I cannot stop thinking about this heart-wrenching tragedy in Connecticut. I can't even come up with a word awful enough to describe what happened there last Friday. The worst ones I can think of do not even begin to cover it. What a hateful, senseless, disgusting, cowardly, EVIL act.
It breaks my heart every time I think of the parents who kissed their babies goodbye for the last time ever that morning, and dropped them off in a place where they should be safe. I can't imagine what they must be feeling; I guess I hope they're not feeling anything yet.
Henry stayed with my parents last Saturday night, and even that small separation caused me endless anxiety. I couldn't fall asleep without hearing his breathing on the monitor. Every time I would finally nod off, the thought of his empty crib in the next room would jolt me awake. Even though I know he's safe at my parents' house, and that every person in it would die before letting my precious come to harm, I know that no place is completely safe. And now I also know that even 24 hours is too long to go without kissing my beautiful boy.
I bawled like a baby on Sunday night, listening to President Obama read the names of Heaven's newest angels. There were so damn many. And I held my baby tight even when he tried to squirm away, because who knows how many more hugs I'll get.
God help us.
