I’m looking for the peaceful place, where heartache isn’t allowed. Where I can breathe clearly, run laughing, and see each moment for the gift it is from God. I know someone who can do that, who has found that place. She lives next to my brother and sister-in-law. She grabs onto each glimmer of hope in every single person and makes it shine. You can’t help but smile around her. There is no room for grief without hope. She sees potential in everything. Her name is Love.