Update: Early Saturday evening, we headed to a lovely outdoor mall to do a little quiet shopping, and maybe get my makeup applied at a MAC counter before DH’s birthday dinner at our favorite restaurant. We went to Macy’s, where the MAC counter was booked, so we wandered next door to Victoria’s Secret. Then people started running into the store in a panic, and suddenly an employee was ordering everyone to the back of the store. Someone was shooting, we were told, near Macy’s. Here is the story. We were locked down for 45 minutes. I have never felt more vulnerable. We were all just staring at each other in disbelief and terror. A young teenaged girl cried in her mother’s arms the whole time. No one was hurt, but this guy fired 50 shots before he was stopped. He was firing in the very parking lot we were parked in. As we walked to our car, police cars were still streaming in and a bomb squad appeared to search his trunk. I am sickened, I am outraged, I am saddened. But most of all, I am so glad our kids weren’t with us. That would have been a whole other level of terror.
It was hard to leave our kids for our long-planned weekend away to celebrate DH’s birthday. We have cried together, raged together, and pledged to try and not sweat the small stuff. We also know we will be extra eager to get home to our babies on Sunday.
My heart and prayers are with every last grief-stricken family. I can’t even find words to express my despair and anger. I only pray this will be a turning point for our country. We can’t go on like this, can we?