Last night we were giving the boys a bath. This was after dinner and a few hours of watching the unraveling story of the shootings at Virginia Tech. As I was watching the boys splash in the water, talking and laughing, I was thinking about how sad it was that those children had been killed…just teenagers with their whole lives ahead of them. Todd and I talked about it for a bit and I kept saying that I felt so bad for the parents of those kids – that they never in all their wildest dreams imagined, or hoped for a life like that for their kids. He thought about it for a minute and said “imagine being the parents of the guy that killed them”. And I have not thought about much else since then. It is sad to think that he was a silly little two year old not all that long ago – his parents watching him laugh and play. How can they possibly handle this?