Living is a physically and mentally fragile process, to do it well requires practice. This is something I had to discover as I struggled with Davis’s many medical issues, that it is okay to feel sad about moments that have passed or been lost altogether for a family with a member who has a disability. Sometimes Anger still lurks behind my parental calm when I think back to what we lost. Fear is close beside Anger, a funny pair both regurgitating what has happened and anxiously anticipating what might unfold. To appease the two I remind myself about how Davis takes his day, fully present and without the capacity to be in the future or the past. With his pudgy hand in mine, we might stand by the shore and wiggle our toes in the sea. We might toss a ball back and forth and giggle when we miss catching it. He keeps me here. Davis has taught me how to love and how to accept being loved. His ‘challenge’ helps ground me. His ‘soulful’ eyes help lift me. Still…I need practice.