Some days the steps go backward, but we keep going. Some mornings we sit on the edge of the bed and wonder how any steps can be taken at all today. Some nights we cry ourselves to sleep—together, alone—wondering how something so hard can be done.

.  .  .  .  .  .  . Let your heart be light .  .  .  .  .  .  . All I want for Christmas is a heart that’s light, a heart that lights— that transforms dark winter days into magical winter days. Who couldn’t use a warming up in the cold, a lighting up in the […]