Gratitude journal: A daughter’s excitement

Tonight I am grateful for the moment when I step through the door of my home and my door runs to me, screaming, “Daddy!” She throws herself into my arms and we embrace, and then while I’m still holding her, she grabs my face with her little hands and begins telling me something important from her day.

Today is was a story about one of her friends at school. Sometimes it’s about the toys that she was playing with prior to my entry. Other times it’s about Elysha.

It is quite often the best sixty seconds of my day.