For the most part, I am what one would call an optimist. My glass is normally half full, I can see the good in people when others struggle and in most cases, I am a happy go lucky individual, all things I feel associated with a healthy dose of optimism. Now I have my moments, and struggle like the best of us do, and over the last couple of weeks, admittedly have had some trouble getting back to the bright side.

For the last 10 years or so, my favourite time of the day, is bedtime, but it is not what you may think. Yes, I like my sleep, but the time of the day, I feel the most in control, is when the kids have gone to bed. Maybe it is that when they are sleeping, dreaming their dreams and doing what little girls do when they sleep, I feel like they are finally safe for the day. In my house, under their blankets cuddling their respective stuffed animals, protected from schoolyard bullies and classmates posing as friends to gain or anything else evil. After prayers and kisses good night, both Nathalie and I, always walk a little taller and feel a little better because for at least a couple of hours, know one can harm our little girls.