It’s a question that took me over two decades to answer, “Is it worth it to take young kids on trips they won’t remember?”

When I fear that my best is never going to be enough, and I just want to cry; when I have lost my way, I will praise the Lord.

As the nurse rushed in with an IV and oxygen mask explaining, “Your doctor is on her way”, I suppose that is that moment that I realized something was very wrong.

How often do we feel as if we’ve failed 10,000 times? Lunch left on the counter, again. “Masterpieces” dug out of the trash by the crestfallen artist. Angry words better left unsaid.

We would fumble, I was certain. Sometimes dancing is nothing but mess as we sloppily maneuver around one another until we fall into step together.

As I soaked in the moment, I realized there was even more to gain from this. I was meeting my daughter for what felt like the first time.