They see me. They see me when I’m broken, ragged, and weary. When I’m happy, joyful, and full of laughter. They see the tears, the good, and the bad. They see me when my eyes so badly want to close but instead hang on just a little longer to wish away the nightmares, to rock away the tears, to nurse away the hunger. They see me when I am at my best and they see me when I fall short of that. No… Read more »