I don’t tear up much, but this one, had me really close. 🙁 😥
I just finished evening prayers with my three children. We prayed together in Lucas and Nora’s room, because they had been up late, me reading “The Hobbit” to them, and they were too sleepy and cranky to stand in the den in front of the icons, as we usually do. So prayer-time tonight was also tucking-in, kiss-me-goodnight-Daddy time.
It occurred to me as we stood there in the dim glow of the bedroom, the two little ones snug in their beds, that mothers and fathers in Newtown had tucked their little ones in last night, and had never imagined what the next day would bring.
Makes you think, doesn’t it?