Just for this one post, pray for those that died today. Pray for those that were hurt. Pray for their families.
They were each a mother's baby. Her whole world. Hopes and dreams wrapped up in love, protected as long as possible, then sent out into the world.
They were still babies. Baby feet. Baby hands. Baby bellies. Thousands of baby kisses. Thousands of whispered "I love you's" murmured into soft baby hair. They will always be our babies.
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Soon I'll tell you about how I'm madly in love with a clown now and must immediately learn French so that we can start our affair under the big top.
Today, however, is not a day for clowns, no matter how beautiful.
Au revoir.