There is much, much, more to come. But first, hello! And second, I send you my love! I'll leave you with a piece of a poem that has been heavily on my mind lately.
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
-Wordsworth
