The only way I know to deal with the sadness, the grief…the uncertainty is to keep moving. It sounds trite and maybe it’s not the textbook answer but it helps me keep one foot in front of the other and my heart softer. These days have been so thick and twisty but I try to solve the world…even my own small world…it becomes too much…so I move small. I go for a walk with the big littles/ while the little little sleeps…I say hi to my neighbor…while also making space between us…there is coffee waiting…the wrong creamer that taste so right…the carpet with gummy bears, stickers, toys and pencils laying on it’s softness. There are three little faces reminding me…what I can believe…what I must allow. Let go. And hold tightly, too.