after peeling my eyes away from the tv for a couple minutes, i decided to share a bath with my son. as we soaked and played, my little boy looked up at me with concern. apparently i was crying. the tears just came, fast and heavy. and i couldn't stop them.
i simply couldn't fathom losing my sweet little boy so innocent in my arms at that very moment, naked and oblivious to it all, to something as ugly and awful as what happened today. those innocent people. those innocent children. for no reason at all.
it sickens me.
i also should mention that i had some very close friends running the marathon today and luckily, they turned out to be safe. at the start of the day, so happy and proud to be a part of something as magical as this iconic race and then so stunned and terrified not long after finishing. they were only 2 blocks away from the blast site and i just know how life changing this experience will be for them. i thank god that they weren't hurt.
some days i am both disgusted and proud of the world we live in. disgusted in the people out there who do such heinous crimes such as this and then proud for the strength of those who help. one of the most distinctive things i noticed in all of the tv footage today, was the amount of men and women who jumped right into the danger zone to help those in need. i thank them for reminding us all, in this time of sorrow, that good people still exist.
i know i'll be kissing and hugging my family a little tighter tonight. and praying for those hurt in boston.