Do you ever feel that, if you can just hold on tightly enough to life, you can protect yourself and your loved ones from harm? Or maybe, if you could go back to that perfect moment in time and capture it, you could stay there forever; you could keep the future from happening. I do. It’s not logical, I know. Yet, sometimes, I grow so frazzled (so anxious) when I think of all that has been and all that could still be that I slip into it. I look at Emily’s happy little dimples and marvel that she’s been with us for six whole years now without injury. I panic when Chloe sleeps in longer than usual or when I find her chewing on an apple that the kids have given her. I can’t even let myself consider all of the bizarre and dangerous things that my boys have done and continue to do every day! Sometimes, I sit thinking, “We haven’t had our fair share of tragedy yet! What is still coming for us? ”. And then one of the boys runs away at the zoo. And another miscarriage happens. ...