everything hard.. pushing my kids out the door before they’re ready, concrete, more concrete, listening to hard stories from hardened individuals who’ve had harder lives than I can ever imagine. Realities of our crazy world. And if I think about it, not once have my feet touched the earth today… not grass, or sand, or water. Even my shoes, my seat, my heart feel a little harder today. And I know I’m not the only one. So we go home, we do the soft things; squeeze our babies tight, kiss our husbands deeply, eat rich foods, light candles, sit by open windows and try to laugh a little so it pours out of our homes into the world before we sleep it all away.