There are rough days ahead. There are more due dates. There are medical decisions to be made. There are life decisions to be made. There are more tears, more fights about what's best, more tantrums.
There are rough days ahead and I know it. So maybe that's what making the not rough days so much more precious to me. The 'good' days aren't necessarily the days without tears. They are the days with smiles, and fun, and love. They are days I appreciate having my husband home and my friends around. They are the days when even if and when the tears come, they come from a place of longing and sadness, but not despondency.
I wish I could skip those days, but I can't. I know they are out there, but I'll face them later.