Every night, we stand on our balcony with our daughter and cheer loudly for those who are keeping us going through this trying time. But it would be dishonest if I did not admit that this nightly ritual is for me, too. That I cheer to feel a part of something again, to feel like maybe this is all leading us somewhere, to feel unstuck, to feel certain about something; 7 pm every night we cheer. Before this it was common to say “we laugh so that we do not cry.” This is that too, us doing something loud and sure when all is quiet and unknown, a loud, big bellied chorus of laughter with claps and pots and shouts.