...when my babies were two years old. It was a time in my life filled with many emotions - love, happiness, frustration, impatience, etc... But mostly joy. I know, I know, that sounds a little cheesy, but that's what it was. Pure, unadulterated joy. When Ryan was two, his favorite thing in the world was his stuffed Baby Bop, or "Boppy" as he called her. Barney - he could take or leave, but "Boppy" was a pretty big deal. When Becca was two, she wanted to live at MeMa's and PaPa's. She couldn't say Becca, she said "Gugga", and if you asked her what her name was, she would say emphatically "Gugga STEWART"!
These wonderful "2 year old" memories make today's events simply unbelievable. I, like many of you, sat and watched over the last few weeks as lawyers in Florida recounted the life of another 2 year old. Then today, we learned there was to be no justice for that life which was cut way too short. This ordeal has been painful to many, but the people I feel the most for are the mothers that have had to watch this unfold that don't have their babies to hold ... the mothers that have lost their babies to accidents or illnesses... mothers who would never discard their child in a vile, uncaring way. They're the ones that have to be hurting the most.
Poet Rabindranath Tagore said "The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough." And like a butterfly, this beautiful little two year old angel only had moments, but had time enough to touch the heart of a nation. Godspeed, sweet Caylee.
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