After another sleepless night with my daughter, due to whatever you want to diagnose the reason to be…her teeth, growth spurt, tummy ache, gas….who the hell knows and by the time you think you’ve figured it out this phase is over and on to another set of issues…. We started our morning with a yummy green shake, soft scrambled eggs and some tea (for me, not my 1-year-old.) Next we loaded the car up and headed to her tumble class. With much enthusiasm she squealed the whole way there. Running about 5 minutes late since my body tends to move slower with lack of sleep, we made it in time for her favorite music part. There’s so much joy to watch her thrive in this environment. I really am so thankful that she was born with so much ability and ease in her body. Being the sister of a severely handicapped brother, I tend to revel in these moments of gratitude. While I do feel his existence was not by accident, but by a bigger plan and lesson in life, I’m grateful I don’t have to relive those lessons with my offspring. He was a teach of many levels and all who graced his presence was sure to have a glimpse to his wisdom. Everyone seemed to remember him in their own light and message. For me he seemed to tell me a simple truth: “Just be.” This message was so profound and clear on the day he died and while I reflect on his life that I had those words tattooed on my wrist in hopes it would remind me of him daily and what he left for me to live by.