There Are No Guarantees

This is the picture of a six year old. My six year old. The one I couldn't stop thinking about on Friday when I first heard the horrifying details about the massacre at a Newtown, CT elementary school.

In a matter of minutes, twenty first graders, just like her, were gunned down. Their sweet, innocent lives stripped from them and their loving families. They were simply babies.

There are no guarantees in this life. What is here today may be gone tomorrow. When I look at her sweet face and into her loving eyes, it is hard to imagine the evil that exists in this world, but it is there.

I can't help but imagine the grief and unspeakable sorrow that the parents of these 20 angels are experiencing right now. My heart breaks for them, and my mind struggles to wrap itself around the horror.

There has to be a better way to protect our children.

Until there is, I will enjoy every moment I have with my two daughters. I will tell them how much they are loved and that we will do whatever we can to keep them safe. I won't take the seconds, minutes, weeks, months, and years for granted.

I'll enjoy the laughter and the cries. Because I can...