It's the little things that seem to make all the difference in the world. My eight year old daughter Sunday night came sneaking down the steps about a half hour after she was sent to bed for the night. She complained that a branch scratching her window was keeping her from sleeping. I could tell by the expression on her face that she was also a little scared of the sound it was making. I told her go climb into my bed and sleep there and when I came up to bed, I would take her back to her own bed.
As I was getting ready for bed, the lump under the covers reminded me that she was in my bed. I scooped her up, and carried her down the dimly lit hallway to her own bed. As I was carrying her, she woke up. Not fully awake, but enough to realize what was going on. "I'm taking you to bed" I whispered, barely audible. She looked up at me a smiled. Not a weak smile, but one that seemed to light up the whole hallway. The look on her face was loud and clear. It's one that I will remember and cherish the rest of my life. Her expression said simply "There's no better or safer place to be than in daddy's strong arms."
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