My daughter couldn’t sleep last night.
She came down into my office and sat on my lap while I worked on my laptop. We chatted a little bit, and then I lapsed into silence while I worked, and she looked around at my shelves.
“Daddy, what’s that?” she asked.
My first reaction was to say, “Shh, I’m working.” After typing out a few more words, I mentally smacked myself for not having my priorities straight. “What’s what, darling?” I asked.
She pointed to this red heart up on a shelf. I reached up for it, and handed it to her. She held this heart close to her and snuggled while I continued working, my daughter on my lap, and a smile on my face.
“Daddy, I’m hungry,” she said quietly, some time later.
“Let’s go make a snack.”
While we ate in the kitchen, she told me a story that I will cherish all of my life.
“Daddy, while we were in your office, and I was holding this heart, sitting on your lap, I fell in love with you.”
It’s not often that I am struck speechless. But all I could do was reach for this precious little girl and hug her tightly as I cried.