Yesterday I was stressed. Stressed because we have so much left to pack, because a piece of furniture I ordered hadn’t arrived, and because I felt sad to be moving away from good friends. I felt like I was trying to hold back tears from anxiety that was threatening to get the best of me.

Today I haven’t been able to keep the tears back, and they are unrelated to my so-called “problems.” Those concerns are insignificant at best, and they no longer plague me. Maybe some of our possessions will break, or get lost in the move. Maybe the furniture won’t show up. Maybe we’ll have to stay up all night to finish the packing. But there are families in Connecticut who would be thrilled to fill up their day with issues like packing and furniture deliveries.  I cannot even begin to comprehend the grief they must be feeling, or how a person could be driven to enter an elementary school and gun down innocent children.

My thoughts and prayers are with the families who have suffered today. I’ve been on a search for somewhere to donate to the victims and would love any suggestions if you know of one. Although, as much as I would love to help, as I’m sure many other Americans would, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the idea that no matter how many of us ban together to offer support, it will never come close to undoing the horrific actions of one individual.

I hope everyone is hugging their loved ones a little harder tonight. Thanks for reading. xoxox