*Our Story*

This is the ramblings of a Marine Wife, Mommy, and Gym rat. Home is where the Marine Corps sends us. NC -> TX -> CA. Welcome to my sometimes stressful, mostly crazy, but always beautiful life.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

God Speed

    Friday was such a stressful day for me. My husband broke his finger last weekend, and he ended up needing surgery on Friday. At 5 a.m. 45 minutes away. I knew sitting in the surgery center with a 20 month old was going to be impossible, and we don't have family here. One of the other Marine wives offered to help, but it was kind of just a "play by ear" situation. I ended up going in with Adam, and then Connor and I went home until the doctors called me. Adam was done, and I was back to pick him up by 8 a.m., and we were on our way home by 8:30. Once I got home, I had to turn around and go to the baby doctor, (All is perfect), and then I had to drop Connor off at home for a nap and run errands. Phew, I thought my day was rough. My mom called me when I was in Wal-mart and informed me of the CT shootings...
    I don't think I really understood what she was saying. I had obviously not been on facebook, and I was so confused. "What do you mean someone shot up an elementary school?!" She was misinformed for sure.. No. I came home and immediately put on the news. I was in complete and utter shock, and all I could do was just hold my baby tight. Friday night I went to bed with the tragedy on my mind, and woke up with a soaked pillow. I had a nightmare about the shooting and sobbed in my sleep, waking up with swollen eyes. Same thing on Saturday night. I had  a dream about someone dying, and I woke up to a wet pillow and swollen eyes. I have been going about my days with my family, but I cannot shake the sadness that is so overwhelming, and the tears are flowing at night. There is a poem I read online today, and as I was reading it to my husband I broke down. I couldn't read it without crying. My heart aches with sorrow and sympathy for those poor families. There is no greater love than that of a parent, and theirs was ripped away from them because of a selfish, horrible, tragic act. What do you say at a moment like this? I will never understand why people commit such horrific crimes, and I hope and pray to God that I never have to go through the pain and suffering that these parents are going through right now at this moment. Right before Christmas. Their Christmases will never ever be the same. Nor will any day of their lives. All I ask is that everyone prays. Pray for a these families who lost their babies. I know these sweet babies are cloaked in God's loving arms, but at this time, I know the parents of these children would rather be the ones holding their babies tight. I am so thankful for my sweet little boy that runs up to me so I can swoop him up in a hug, and I am so thankful for the kicks in my belly from baby boy number two. I will never forget what happened on December 14. 2012. May these precious angels rest in peace. God speed. <3

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