I have a kindergartener who came home from school on Friday.
I have a warm(ish) house.
I had coffee in the glow of the Christmas tree early this morning. Just me and Him.
I have a husband who loves me.
I have sisters.
I have dear dear friends. (I have social awkwardness, too, but that’s not such a big deal when there are real friends, is it?)
I have a little boy who, for a little while longer, is blissfully unaware of how sad the world can be. He’s just looking forward to his Christmas pageant like those other little saints should be.
Today there is music.
There will even be some joy, I bet.
So many thoughts and prayers for everyone affected by the attack in Connecticut, and for all of you.