Every so often I find something that puts things into perspective---that makes me re-evaluate, then appreciate, my standpoint today. Sometimes, that 'something' is because I have seen the world in a more beautiful way---sometimes it is from a phrase that perfects an emotion more readily than I ever could.
But today it was this.
Teddy Roosevelt's diary entry, on February 14th, 1884. The day his wife, Alice Hathaway (Lee Roosevelt) passed away from Bright's Disease.
I cannot think of a more heartbreaking thing to pen in a diary.