There are times you stand down, watching, waiting, quiet, ready if needed.
There are times you work nonstop for days.
There are times you are trapped at home for a week straight with the flu.
There are beautiful days and ugly days,
There are short days and long days
There are sunny days and days when your car slides sideways down icy hills.
Through it all there is bubble baths and soup and friends and alone time, with the knowing that when the storm passes there will likely be wine.