Small Things

by Ashley Weeks Cart

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One week ago today and I still find myself wiping away tears, swallowing down terror at the most unexpected of moments. I keep turning to my girls for comfort, grateful that at least for right now, I don’t have to explain why. That they, unlike the children of Sandy Hook, get to hold on to their innocence for another day.

My household will be filled with my family starting tonight. I don’t think I’ve ever been more acutely aware of how fortunate I am to have people I love physically with me during the holidays. This time of year can be so joyful, and yet it is such a sad, lonely time for so many. I think of our babysitter having to go through her first Christmas without her husband. My friend, who was supposed to be welcoming her twins into the world, and instead must head into the New Year without her babies. I am grateful for so much. I’m trying to never take it for granted.

Thank you for coming here and sharing in this space. It has been an anchor for three years. You have been my anchor for three years. Thank you.