putting into words just how i feel about fridays horrible events hasn't been something i've found easy to do. i can say though that it has gotten to me. right to my insides and shaken me up like i haven't felt since i can remember. maybe it's that the victims were all so very innocent, or perhaps it's that i have i child of my own, but even september 11th didn't jolt me like this, and i was living in new york city at the time. i can't quite remember who wrote it or exactly how the words went, but the sentiment is what keeps coming into my head over and over, and it brings me to tears every time. it was a thought really, the thought of coming home one day to your childs "things" knowing that your baby would never be there amongst them again. i can't imagine how these parents are coping with it... it's impossible. so for the past few days, and from here on out, i'm going to cherish every single sweet moment i have with this family of mine. i'll hold on to every tiny hug, and slobbery kiss, and though i know i can't protect her from everything, i'll do my best to make her world filled with a little less sadness, and a lot more magic. we owe our children that at the very least...