When did all this craziness become my world? It's as if--almost accidentally--this madness has become my life. And don't get me wrong--I love it all. The game, though, now, is to hang on to that life. Every day is the most wonderful of blessings, and a gift that I never, ever take for granted. Oh, and as for the scars, broken bones, aching limbs, and sore back? I consider them just gentle reminders that life is precious--and that maybe, just maybe, I am more fragile than I dare to admit.