Tears

I bake a birthday cake. I fold the laundry. I change a diaper, and then another. I fill sippy cups and I sweep the floor.

But my thoughts are not here.

My thoughts are with those mourning, saying their last farewell to a dearly loved wife, sister, daughter, mother.

Holding hands tightly together, we pray, my small children and I, for the many hearts that are broken.

Bronwyn, tears in her big blue eyes, grappling for comprehension, says, "But, Mama, nobody knows how to do four-year-old little girls' hair except mamas."

And, together, we cry.

There are people all around us who are facing great, great sorrows. Please, let's remember to pray for them.