Last week my husband and I were out of town for a few days. Just before we left, I received a note from my daughter. She finished her thoughts with this simple line:
I was so touched. It wasn’t thank you for driving me to school, fixing my dinner, doing my hair, playing games with me, helping me with homework, helping me clean my room, or any of the other things I do for her.
It wasn’t thank you for being nice, kind, funny, helpful, caring, loving, sweet, or any of the fantastic adjectives she could have used to describe me. It was simple. It was pure.
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