Yesterday . . .
At the end of a particularly rotten day, with my stress level in the stratosphere and feelings of discouragement and failure at an all-time high, I plopped down on my bed. I absentmindedly opened the nightstand drawer and glanced inside. Atop the usual assortment of junk, I found a single sheet of folded paper -- something I had not placed there. Puzzled, I picked up the paper and unfolded it. It contained an ink drawing -- a sketch of my six-year-old daughter, C., handing me a bouquet of flowers and saying, "These are yours." At the bottom of the sheet, C. had written, "I LOVE YOU!!"
Bless that sweet child! Oh how I love her!!
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