I showered, got dressed, and started walking toward the bus stop. I was half way down the cul-da-sac when the bus pulled up and came to a stop. The doors opened and these two little hands of a 5 year old girl grabbed the handrails and looked up to see her Daddy. She smiled bigger than I had ever seen and it immediately brought me to tears. How many moments like this had I missed? How many would I continue to miss if I don't change our situation.
