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i'll still have kids.

Hearing the events of today is heart breaking. My thoughts and prayers go out to all the people in Connecticut. What really got me was watching the President's address this morning. It seems that's all he's done lately, given addresses for the families in our country that are grieving. He's had to give way too many of those recently.

What really got me was that back in third grade when we had our first lock down drill, our principal came down to our classroom to talk to us. He said that if someone ever did come into the school with a weapon, they were probably hiding from the police and went into the school so the police wouldn't shoot them. No one would go into an elementary school wanting to hurt kids. 

But even with all this, I'm still having kids. Life is scary, and get's more and more so every day. I'm not even going to pretend to understand how much pain and grief the people of Connecticut are going through now. Even with all the crap out there in the world, I'm still having kids. Being perfectly safe and not getting a chance at life is worse than having pain. Because Christ our Savior has promised to get us through all the pain. All the hard times. He's gone through the unimaginable, and with him we can get through everything.

Plus, I want to make sure my mini me's get to experience all the great things in life. The little things. Like the first time you realize you can record your voice with them high tech toys out there. Or putting your bare feet in the sand. Playing with a puppy for the first time. Finally being old enough to go to a  dance. Thinking the sun makes your nose run. Meeting all their crazy freaking awesome relatives. Going on silly adventures. Making friendship bracelets. Finding out what a cow pie is. Wearing tube socks. 

Even though it's scary, I'm not giving up yet. And I won't give up for the future either. 

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