The earth is heavy with snow and ice. My heart is heavy too with cancer battles and divorce and babies sick and dying. So many questions I can't find answers to, no matter how many times I turn them around in my brain. I feel the physical weight of them sometimes, a tightness in my chest. I write my book, and I read the blogs, and sometimes the cumulative impact of so many hard stories seems too much to bear. One afternoon, the girls and I drive to pick CJ up at the airport after he's been gone for five days. The grass is still covered with snow, but the sky is bright and the air is warm. Strangely, a Christmas carol comes to mind. A thrill of hope, I think, the weary world rejoices.