Ryan and I had an eventful night (and no, it had nothing to do with baby). After watching the latest episode of Game of Thrones (INTENSE, by the way), we went to bed. As Ryan often does, he prayed for our protection. With Lucy’s birth impending, each night offers the opportunity of a life-changing event. Maybe I’ll wake up with strong contractions. Or maybe my water will break. What we didn’t expect was to hear gunshots echoing around our small valley neighborhood. At 4 am, your senses are muted and so, at first, we thought that maybe a car had backfired. But then the shots continued. And in quick succession. We both sat up and listened. Ryan went around the house and made sure our doors were locked.