Do you remember when you were small?/How everybody would seem so tall/I am your shadow in the dark/I have your blood inside my heart (Me & the Bean, Spoon)

I can’t seem to come up with anything to write given the tragedy in Connecticut. Around the globe people are sharing in what can only be described as ineffable grief. And guilt. Not only because tragic struck those 26 beautiful families, but guilt due to the relief that it didn’t happen to yours. But what if? Something like this…it’s just so unfathomable and elicits such a guttural reaction that I am surprised we are all walking around.

So instead, I will share some recent pictures of the blessed life I often take for granted – and hope that this change in outlook isn’t episodic like our 24/7 news cycle, but instead a constant…forever appreciative of those grubby little fingerprints left everywhere and nights that we parents spend precariously balanced on the edge of the bed while our little people dream (and flail about) between us.

Photo and fun credits: Skogen Wicketts…and they deserve credit for making such a precious little IngyBoo too.

Wise words? Bring it.