I read a book recently called A Long Walk to Water. It's a short but true story about Salva Dut, a displaced and orphaned boy during the Second Sudanese Civil War. Salva undergoes many hardships on his journey, but one that stuck with me was his trek across a desert as a young boy. At the time, his uncle was with him and they were walking across a desert. Salva did not think he could make it. He was worn out, starving, hot, and his bare feet ached. They passed dead bodies on the way, people who had not made it across. Whenever he felt that he was going to give up his uncle would tell him, "Do you see that bush? Walk to the bush. Don't worry about anything else. Just get to that bush." Once they reached the bush he would say, "Now do you see that rock? Walk to that rock." In this way he managed to eventually cross the whole desert. Having twins is a lot like that for me. In the morning I pour a cup of coffee and tell myself, "Just