If I could, I would invite you over and we would have coffee on my couch that’s supposed to be white.. but isn’t. With 3 kids and a dog that was just a bad idea. It would smell like apple cider candles.. or boy socks… one of the two. With a baby at our feet we'd share stories, and tears, and I would remind you that the good stuff is worth fighting for. So keep going. You're doing better than you think you are. I'd try to resist every possible chance to slip in "that's what she said", but I'd succumb to my inner 12 year old boy and say it anyway. We'd laugh, and we'd realize this right here, this is the good stuff. The messy bits. The everyday wonderful that right now is writing tomorrows legacy of who we are, and what we stood for. And we'd pause. And be thankful. And agree that we need to do it again soon. Because let's face it, we need each other. And I'm just so darn thankful you're here.