I feel like parenthood is sailing a ship through stormy waters, hanging on tight and knowing that if you can push past those dark hours of the night, the sun will indeed rise again. Sometimes it is so very hard to make it to those first rays without capsizing the boat. But when the sky starts to turn, the blue slowly lightens and all of the demons in your head go running back to their hiding places, it is so undeniably beautiful that you swear it wasn’t ever raining at all.