Hope takes on many different forms.
It looks like waking up at 3am and staring up at the pre-dawn sky, waiting for just one shooting star to make its way into view.
It looks like hard day after hard day, but continuing to get up and show up because one day it will all work out.
It looks like days full of tantrums, running on empty, only to be saved in the nick of time by the biggest hugs from your littlest loves.
Hope can look like laughter and tears, spring buds and fallen leaves, new faces and old friends.
Hope looks like whatever it is that gives you enough strength to do it all over again, when just the night before it may have seemed to dark to find your way.