I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep because I know that as I write this, there is a Momma who is waking up praying that it was all a bad dream. That the explosions she heard outside of her home were all a part of a horrific nightmare. As I write this, there is a Daddy worried about how he is going to protect his family over the next 24 hours. The next week. The next month. For the rest of their lives. As I write this, there is a little girl with tears streaming down her cheeks because she has been forced from the only home she has ever known.…