there hasn't been sleep or words...
very early this morning, before the light had crept up over the hills behind our farm,
I stood on the little landing between the snug little rooms
at the top of the stairs,tucked under the eaves of this old house.
Looking in, my two oldest grandchildren, just 10 and 7 were sound asleep.
I am so very grateful that they are here,warm and safe,
just as they were when their Grandpa and I read them stories and tucked them into their beds last night.
Our 2 littlest ones, 3 and 4 months are safe at home with their Momma and Daddy,
cuddled and kept close, precious beyond measure.Their sweet little faces, soft with peaceful child dreams, make me ache for those so shattered.
Those little faces will make us all even more vigilant for their safety and others around us.
and gives me hope for the future of every little child.
I pray in my heart of hearts that all 4 of my little grandchildren will grow
and live their lives
with love and hope, peace and shining light...just as they do now.
I pray that peace and love and shining light
will be a balm for the hearts of all those who are without it this
snowy Sunday morning~
Christine and family
Our 2 children and their spouses are teachers for 1st grade, 5th grade and high school~
They too,ache and are shattered, hearing the unfathomable and heartbreaking stories of courage and loss that are coming from Sandy Hook.
And they will go back to school tomorrow morning and every day after that, to teach and help make our children's world a much safer place.
I know that, like me, everyone of you are hugging your children and grandchildren close, your nieces and nephews, friends and family, all of them.
Hug them close and tell them you love them...
and if you can, please hug a teacher.