I have a five year old son with special needs. His brother is one month away from turning four. Both of which get up around 5:30 every morning.

My wife and I also parent eight at-risk teenager girls for a living. They have doctor appointments. Dentist appointments. Therapy appointments. They get sent to the office for their behaviors. They are in cheerleading and basketball and soccer and cross-country and track and swimming.

We laugh constantly.
We cry constantly.
We teach constantly.
We pray constantly.
We grieve constantly.
We give thanks constantly.