This wasn't what I had planned to blog about this morning. Things so rarely go as I plan them.
But today.. Well today I felt like writing about only one thing. Boston.
To be honest with you guys, today I don't care if you're a Democrat or a Republican. I don't care if you're Catholic or Muslim. I don't care if you're a man or a woman. I don't care if you're black or purple. I don't care if you're 7 or 107.
I don't care if you believe in the war. I don't care if you want stricter gun control. I don't care if you believe in abortion. I don't care if you don't think women should vote.
I don't care if you're a girl who likes boys. I don't care if you're a boy who likes boys. I don't care if you're sometimes a girl and sometimes a boy who sometimes likes girls and sometimes likes boys.
Today, I just don't care.
I care that someone lost their mother or father. I care that someone's wife or husband was injured. I care that someone's best friend isn't texting them this morning. I care that someone's little boy or little girl is scared and confused today.
I care that while there were many who ran away from the blast, there were some who ran towards it. I care that the area hospitals had to stop taking blood donations, because there were so many willing to give.
I wanted to write something meaningful. Something inspirational, something hopeful, something profound. But I just can't seem to string the right combination of words together. I'm not sure that there is a "right" combination of words.
I wish there was.
So last night I lit a few candles and I said a few prayers. And today, I'm sad. But tomorrow? Well, there's always hope for tomorrow.