All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.

~William Shakespeare, "Sonnet XLIII"

I can not change the errors of the past. I can only try to learn, and hope to make it better, a bit, each day. We've been here for over a year, and it scares me, but maybe these are the things that are truly worth, the complications, the things that make you happy, and the things that make you mad. All I wonder is will be get to a balance, will be step past our prides, will this feel fine?