Every time I look at my 7 year old, I feel my throat tighten and my eyes fill up. Yesterday, it was when I felt her little, warm toes that smell terrible after she takes her socks off.
And I mean terrible.
Those little toes! This morning, I’m thinking about all those parents who would give anything to wiggle and even smell warm little toes. I hold my little girl so tightly, and I’m praying about all those broken hearts.
We told our children about the shooting, and the oldest doesn’t want to go to school. She cried at bedtime. The world has changed for her. It’s changed for me.
How are you coping with this tragedy?