When times get tough, I wonder what is this all for? Why am I here? What's the purpose? Generally, I look to my girls for the answer. For they live and breathe for me. They show me the world through young and eager eyes. Get me up into hot air balloons, onto roller coasters, and playing games -- when we all know there is homework lurking in notebooks scattered about the floor, and dishes stacked in the sink.
Life's big picture isn't far from home. It's clutched in little hands, and then sometimes, scraped upon bloodied knees. Like Dorothy, we all need to be reminded that there is no place like home.
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