that the true heroes of this world are not the flashy super-gender types, or the bravest warriors, or even the punchiest starlets. Perhaps, the real heroes of this world (the one we all agree is real), the ones we admire, and remember, and think on in the bad times, these heroes are the people who ... awake every day and feed their children ...
climb out of their dreams and trudge off to duty ...
stand in the rain and sunshine and boring busstops everyday to earn the treasure that will school the nextgen, will house the progeny of a few sweet moments ...
And you are doing that, and inspiring, too, the watchers of your l-journal.
Are you desperate to hear that you are the hero of your babies stories, and that just breathing in is not enough, that today everyone wishes to gift and stroke and build your egolife?
Oh, Darlin, without your kind this would be a drab and uncreative world.
Keep breathin' in girl, this could get to be weighty and grey someday again, but right now we're cheerin' to read your lovely thoughts tomorrow.

longshiren, yer friend in some alternate world.