Like many bloggers, I hesitate to even write about the Newtown tragedy. Words are hollow at a time like this. Words can't fill the empty beds, restore the snatched innocence, or bind the shattered hearts. And yet, it feels wrong to continue writing about everyday events as if the ugly day never happened.
When I was in elementary school, our well-meaning bus driver accidentally ran over yet another of our beloved farm cats. Sobbing in the kitchen that evening, I asked Mom, "Is it even worth it to love? The things we love just keep being taken from us."
With a mother's all-encompassing wisdom, she replied, "Love is always worth it. Always."
And so, to the facebook user who posted "All this evil in the world is why we decided not to have children," I would like to reply: If you limit your life in fear of the what-ifs, the evil in the world will have accomplished its purpose.
Loving is dangerous because it makes us oh, so vulnerable. But a life without love is not worth living.
Love without abandon.