This weekend we celebrated my oldest daughter’s 9thbirthday. It started Friday night when her dad and I took her shopping, to get her ears pierced, and surprised her with dinner with one of her favorite people in the world.
Saturday I took her and some of her giggling classmates to the movie. (We saw Wreck It Ralph; I’d recommend it!) The van was brimming with 8 and 9 year-old happiness. Her sister, 5, got to go too, and saw her first movie in a theater.
Sunday morning our family made it to church (eventually). I hugged and loved on my kindergartner and baby boy, while I cried,as our congregation prayed for the parents not so lucky as me.
My weekend of joy was in stark contrast to the parents and families in Newtown. And I can’t stop thinking about the nightmare they are living…
..When I look at our brightly lit Christmas tree, decorated by my kids…
..When I see my kindergartener’s bean bag chair, the imprint of her body still there…
..When she runs into the room and throws her arms around me..
..I think of them.
And I cry.
Lord, give those families strength to survive this week.