There are days when I wonder if it was really worth getting out of bed. If the point of the day was to wander through it like some lonely person waiting for something to strike your fancy and begin the pull out of what it is you find yourself in. It is infinitely hard not to be cynical in a world that seems to be rushing past you faster than you can keep up.

But, sometimes at the end of the day if you are really lucky, a 3yr old will snuggle up next to you, tell you she loves you and lay quietly beside you as you read a book. Sometimes it is hard to be cynical at that moment.

ah, for that moment to stretch...