So grateful for tiny miracles.

Yesterday a horrific tragedy happened to 27 families. A man killed 20 children, and 6 adults including his own mother, then killed himself at an elementary school. Tonight I was able to cry about it. Really cry. I keep trying not to, but I keep putting myself in the position 5 years from now, Piper being at a school where a shooting happens and PRAYING she's not injured.

Anyway tonight I watched a news conference from a father who's daughter was one of the victims. He held the conference in front of an LDS church, him and his family originally from Ogden Utah, had recently moved to Newtown Connecticut. In his tearful address to the press he expressed concern for not only the families directly affected but also the family of the shooter, and gave his condolences to them as we'll. What an example of CHRIST!!

He then described his daughter and the beautiful person she was. I was rocking Piper to sleep while I watched this, and once it was over, I couldn't help myself. I pulled her close and I cried. I cried for all those poor babies, I cried for the families of all the victims. I cried for the shooters family, and then I cried because I love my baby girl so much that I couldn't imagine my life with out her. While I was crying, tears streaming down mine and her face, she snuggled up under my chin, wrapped her little arm around my face and gently caressed my cheek and chin. It's as if she knew I needed comfort. She did this until I felt well enough to place her into bed for the night. Then she didn't fuss. Man I love that kid!