Here is my 6-year-old boy. He came home on the bus on Friday, December 14th when 20 other kids didn’t. Isn’t 6 beautiful? So full of life and laughter and hope and trust in the world. My heart is breaking for all the families whose children didn’t come home that day. Innocent babies who were excited for the holidays. I plan on turning off the news, forgetting that man’s name and remembering 27 others. And then hugging my children. Until they are completely annoyed with me and then I will hug them some more.