There is something magical when you board that old steam train and take a ride to the North Pole. You drink your hot coco, eat your cookies, all while singing christmas carols. The energy and excitement builds because the big guy in his red suit is on this very train and wanting to talk you! Are you on the naughty or nice list? Will Santa really come by? Oh the joy of being so young. We should all be so lucky.
This day will forever be in my memory. Not just because we had an amazing trip with our boys and friends, but because of another tragic reason. While driving an hour an a half to bring our children on this magical journey, where we in our little safe bubble. The outside world was quiet. Then I happened to check Facbook. That’s when we heard the chilling new about Sandy Hook Elementary. We turn off the music and put on the news. My husband and I were in disbelief. I cried while my boys slept safe in their seats. My husband kept driving as we questioned all the decisions to come on how to keep our children safe.
I honestly didn’t know how to address this, to acknowledge this in a public forum or not. But how can you not reposed to such horror. It’s all over the place, and people are sharing the stories of the victims they don’t know. We as a nation are are grieving for these families. Crying over strangers. We still have a heart.