My children woke up at 4:30am this morning. They refused to go back to sleep. They had ants in their pyjama pants. TV wasn’t going to cut it. They were behaving like a pack of chimpanzees on Red Bull. Once we made it downstairs, throwing their breakfast at eachother was more fun than actually eating it. And why drink milk when you can spill it all over the floor? I then had about as much success dressing them as one would have painting nailpolish on a squirrel’s toenails. In the end, they were fed and dressed. And me a little crazy, but still so so inlove with my kiddies.
But you know what? This morning, fifty people were robbed of these crazy mornings. They were robbed of their chance to be woken up at 4:30am. They were robbed of their chance to watch morning food fights and clean daily milk spills. They were robbed of the chance to hug and kiss their children, no matter how crazy they make them.
50 PEOPLE! Fifty lives. Gone… just like that. For no reason other than some lunatic asshole who has easy access to a fully automatic weapon.
So hug your kids. And remember… just when they drive you to the point of insanity… and you think it can’t get any worse. Just remember, it could be worse. Much worse.
Because what happens in Vegas… didn’t stay in Vegas! Not this time. This time it is being felt around the world.
Thoughts and love with Las Vegas!