So, I guess I have a blog now...

I've considered it for months and now the time has come - I have officially created a blog. With so much on my mind and heart in the last few months, there just had to be a way for me to get it all out. Writing in a journal is so 1990's (don't tell my husband that). Having a blog seems like the thing to do for Kombucha drinking mama's like myself. Blog entries may be short or long, they may be sad, they may be hysterical; it's hard to say what this will shape up to be. I do know, that Georgia (my 16 month-old) is currently in the living-room doing everything she can to NOT let Don put her to sleep. I may have to intervene at any moment, so I better get to it.

Two weeks ago my friend Danielle was murdered. She was beat to death in her own yard less than a mile from our house. Her daughter Sam and my little Georgia were playmates and after not seeing each other for 10 years, Danielle and I had just reconnected and formed a friendship. Don woke me up on Monday morning...early. He had a look in his eyes but I wasn't awake enough to know there was something wrong. He basically just said it. "Danielle has been killed." I tried to wake up, "Keller?" "Yes," he replied. My mind instantly went to car accident, she must have been killed in a car accident. As the fog of sleep lifted and before I could ask for details, I screamed..."Did he kill her?" I knew the answer. "Yes."

The chaos that ensued after that news has been nothing short of heart-breaking. I stare into Georgia's eyes and wonder who Samantha is with at this very moment. I pray that God guides the hands of justice and steadies my heart. I don't have enough time or energy to document everything I am doing and feeling when it comes to Danielle and Samantha; but I am hurting. I think that's all for now.