In the end, we still held the party. And you know what? I'm really glad we did.
Two gal pals came over and we spent the night eating, talking, and building. We shared what was happening in our lives. We listened a lot and laughed even more.
*Sigh* What happened in Connecticut was really really horrible. But maybe this was our small way of battling the darkness. Where one candle glows, darkness cannot win. That night, I imagined our small apartment glowing with good friendship and love.
And doesn't the world need a little more of that right now?
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