Friday morning began like any other Friday for me, brimming with weekend anticipations. Nothing could damper my spirit because I was that much closer to freedom, so to speak. My sister was graduating from college that evening, a nice Italian dinner awaited, Saturday morning I was going to sleep in, and Sunday we'd be dining with Justin's mother and sister. Sprinkle in some Christmas music and movies while wrapping presents and it was already shaping up to be a wonderful weekend. Then news of the CT shooting was released.
Plenty of friends and family immediately began posting condolences on various social media sites. Then the condolences quickly morphed into debates on gun control and God and ugly statements began flying back and forth. This is why I've yet to say anything publicly. It's not because I did not know anyone personally involved in the shooting, nor because I'm heartless, nor do I live under a rock. I am deeply saddened by the unnecessary violence which has become the norm. I'm fearful for the type of world my unborn child will grow up in, knowing that as much as I'd like to protect him there are many things outside of my control. Thankfully all my family and friends were safe enough to begin arguing amongst each other online.
