For Christmas one year, my beautiful grown daughters put together a box that held memories of our time together as they grew. In this glass trove they placed strips of paper that each of them had written capturing treasures I had shared with them that they now wanted me to reflect on and enjoy. Such a beautiful gift!
One of those snipets said this:
Oh, our lives held such tragedy indeed. The only way we could make it through was to take breathes in between the bad — finding beauty in the moments.
It is how we survived.