I don't expect this post will make a lot of sense as I've worked 15 hours today, but I wanted to write something. It was a national day of mourning in Belgium. There is very little one can say about such tragedy without sounding trite or facile. As I currently spend the whole day looking after small people who are not mine, it makes me realise what an enormous responsibility it is, and how precious they are, and how fragile.
As I walked through the forest this morning with The Boy gently drowsing, a local church bell tolled slowly 28 times. In the park this afternoon I hugged The Girls and sang to them while, covered in yoghurt, they climbed all over me, giggling.