Whatever "this" is, I'm getting through it; We're getting through it.
Not by any measure of "strength" that I have, but through others.
My faith.
My wife.
My daughter.
My son.
My friends.
How do I not collapse every time I see Ani?
I have hope, and I have her.
Every time she looks at me with the "I love you, daddy" eyes.
Every time that she is happy when I think I would give up.
Every time she laughs. Every. Single. Time.
I won't give up on her, and won't let her give up on herself.
In return, she doesn't give up on me.
It is truly my privilege (and difficult job, to be sure) to care for her.
I can celebrate her victories.
I can shake off the bumps along the way.
Because she does.
She's the hero, the brave one, and I might get more strength from her than I give to her.
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