I'm the kind of person who on days when the sun is shining finds it impossible to believe that it will ever rain again.
Anyway, on Mrs C's computer desktop is a picture of Peanut, Lotty and Flossy.
They're wearing the most joy filled smiles that you could ever wish to see, not posed or staged, just a frozen moment of care free abandonment and happiness.
I look at it and I wonder what the fuss is about, I'm just making this all up, fancy airy fairy blogs spouting off about about how 'hard' it is caring for hurt children.
Some days we get up and go to bed and everything in between is pretty good and I start to imagine that I've woken up from a dream.
When I see the joy of a goal scored or save made, if I hear the carefree singing from the bathroom I wonder if I we made it, we've stepped out of the shadows in to the sunlight never to return.
When I see the twinkle in her eye that could light the darkest heart I can't but think it's all going to be ok.
Maybe it's a dream of a different 'normal' life that we stretch out to touch and believe that we can.
Maybe I'm naive or just plain stupid, but without hope the heart grows sick.
I know those little captured moments keep the flames of hope alive and I know that a grain of hope can absorb an ocean of doubt and fear.
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