There were multiple times yesterday that I cried. Sometimes it was sadness, sometimes shock and sometimes just plain anger at the situation and the senselessness of it all.
Gabe knew I was sad and he told the kids that mommy had a bad day. Of course the kids asked what happened and Gabe told them my friend had died. When I got home these were waiting for me:
My sweet babies didn’t want me to be sad and wanted me to know how much they love me. These small, wonderful things are what make the tragedies in this life just a little bit easier to navigate.