My coworker made a joke about dying today, and I countered by saying that it will have to wait because I need to give my little 2-year-old nephew one more kiss, and it occurred to me that giving him one more little kiss on his soft toddler cheek is plenty reason for me to keep going. I'm willing to keep pushing through if for no other reason than this: he needs one more kiss from his auntie. He may never know how many times he has saved me, but I can pay him back by trying to give him the auntie he deserves to have.