I head upstairs each night with a little one in my arms and optimism in my heart that she will sleep. Each night I find new optimism and each night she wakes up too early. 

I’m not sure where this incessant optimism comes from. There are days I’m thankful for it and days I wish I could be more realistic. 

I can look back and see how good this year was, adding a new baby, my wonderful husband, our life is good. And I am optimistic that 2018 will be good too. There’s no reason for realistic thoughts tonight.