...all is bright...
For some reason the canned music inside the auditorium was stuck on a loop of Silent Night.
I watched the little children file in and I struggled hard to keep back my tears.
The third graders...dressed in bright shades of red, lime and holiday green...filled the bleachers.
Twenty-five innocent faces filled one section. The children wiggled in excitement and enthusiasm. So much energy and joy contained in those animated little beings.
I counted the children again.
One whole section of the bleachers...and more...gone.
My Mother's heart wept.
My Grandmother's heart wept.
I don't know what has to happen to protect our lovely children.
But until it does...
None of us will truly again know the meaning of...
...all is calm.
...all is bright.