I woke up with the same tears in my eyes that clouded my vision as I fell asleep the night before. Unsure, yet so very sure what the day would hold for me - going through the motions, yet feeling like a complete failure.
And then I came home. And gave kisses. And heard laughter.
I thought of my "friends". One who celebrated a first birthday at a grave for a son she can't hug. One who yearns for her teenager tragically lost in a battle he couldn't win. One holding his baby tight - preparing for the long, hard road ahead.
I realized that my struggles didn't compare.
And as I thanked God for my blessings and kissed them goodnight, I promised myself that I would no longer sleep with tears.