Our little family stayed in on Friday night. I plugged in White Christmas and played with toy trucks on the floor with my boy. Todd grilled some steak on our fire-pit and later we roasted marshmallows.
I held my three year old miracle close to me. I cried some as I thought of the moms and dads in Connecticut who couldn't do what we were doing that night because their children had been taken from them. My heart was broken. Some tragedies hit you deeply even if it doesn't directly happen to you.
But the weekend was spent staying close it seemed.
I held my boy tight and let him stay up past his bed time because he asked to snuggle with me.
I hope your weekend was full of hugs and kisses and love and affection for all of those that you hold dear and near to your heart. That you cherished the ones you love because for the moment, they are safe and they are with you. Love them and stay close...because for this moment....you can.