“That’s when she knew the truth. Life wasn’t meant to be perfect. Instead, it was a series of glorious imperfections, made better by the promise of each new day. While every night could bring regrets and disappointments, each morning the sun rose again.
All she had to do was stand up and greet the shining rays of light. And celebrate that no matter what happened, those early morning hours were a gift, a bounty. A miracle.”
–from Daybreak, by Shelley Shepard Gray