Some days I struggle to get by. There are warlords and all-night-writing to meet deadlines and the superior demands of family.
And then there are days when I remember why it all matters. Why it would matter even if things were always sunshine and rainbows and unicorns for everyone, everywhere. These glorious little people we're blessed with -- whether through birth or adoption or accident or the bonds of friendship and family -- are what make the world go 'round.