This morning when I woke up, the first thing on my mind was if Lex had come in to tell us she was home after attending a midnight showing of the new Batman movie (obviously I had fallen into a state of restful oblivion before she was due home). I asked Bill if she had.
"Yeah. She liked the movie. Our conversation was very brief."
Then I turned on the news. Oh my.
It was a tender mercy that I had already asked Bill about Lex, as shock and disbelief waved over me.
MY daughter and her friends were at a midnight showing of The Dark Knight Rises at a theater in Aurora. Thankfully, not the theater where the tragic incident happened (the theater we saw 17 Miracles in just over a year ago).
I watched a few minutes of the news, then headed downstairs to Lex's bedroom. Hailey is staying over, so I woke them both up. Had they heard? Of course, they are Twitter queens. They had "heard" the tweets while on the way home from their movie. They seemed unfazed and tired after their late night.
My knee-jerk reaction: "I will never let my child attend a midnight showing again."
Shilo's comment: "Really bad stuff always happens in Colorado."
Bill's comment: "We can't live our lives in fear."
Bill left for work and I got on the treadmill, where I had a mini meltdown as I thought about other parents who may have let their child attend a midnight showing, whose child may never return.
I can't even imagine.
I said a prayer of gratitude for the safety of Lex and her friends, and a prayer for those who are dealing with the tragedy of losing a loved one.
It feels like it was way too close to home.



















