This morning as the news is saturated with Sandy Hook details, I am reminded once again of how lucky I am to have every moment with my family. Man-cub changed his shirt twice this morning, which surprised me. When I asked him why, he said,”Well I realized I was wearing a white shirt and white pants…and I’m a white kid. Too much white!” I laughed but secretly I said a prayer thanking God for every single second I get with this kid. I tried to tell him in the car on the way to school how much he means to me and for once the words wouldn’t come. He told me that he realized I would never have time to fully express how much I loved him, because it would take too long. I think he gets me. That is a rare thing indeed.