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I lay awake at night and marvel at the artistic genius of the human body. You can’t go through something like pregnancy and delivery and the days following without being in complete awe and realization that we are made with beautiful and purposeful detail. I’m certain I’m incapable of making known these thoughts with words – it’s one of those things you just have to experience, and what a shame to go through life without doing so! There’s much there that we don’t understand, that’s beyond our ability to comprehend, I think. Even more intensely unbelievable is the power of the human spirit. Never will you know your boundaries until you’re pushed to your absolute limit – when something is so immeasurably difficult that you’re convinced the world is spinning outside the window without you. But then you start to walk faster to climb up out of the grave you thought you wanted to dig for yourself, and then jog a little, and then sprint as fast as you can to catch up because you realize that you’re perfectly capable and you have no choice but to survive, to choose to be happy, to endure. Another realization – the true power of hope. Maybe it doesn’t feel like you’re being strong, but once you get there, you turn around and see that your limits are much deeper than you ever expected. What’s the point of life without testing these limits?  Eventually death will be just around the corner and we’ll look back and realize that all these hard times were true blessings, to make us stronger, to imprint something on our souls that we will remember when, the next time something even harder comes along – and it absolutely will – we know we can handle it. 

The true power of someone, who’s only source of communication is crying, to teach an adult is nothing short of miraculous. Joy will always be waiting at the end -the kind that you feel inside and then turns into tears of release. It’s very real, and very, very worth the fight.

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