No words can do justice to what was taken from us yesterday.
We are left with only:
* beds not slept in last night
* Christmas gifts that will never be unwrapped
* empty arms and vacant laps
* crushed dreams
* broken hearts
* infinite tears
* a changed world
Can you imagine seeing their little beds in the morning? Just when I think the tears are done, a new crop shows up.
By: Jennifer Ball (@happy_haus) on December 17, 2012
at 7:38 PM