When I was young, I bought baby books to fill in for each of my children but was a total failure filling them in. When Sarah, my youngest, came in 1981, I was bound and determined I would get it right, so everything she did, I wrote on a calendar. I had planned on having my brother-in-law with the gorgeous handwriting transfer it into the baby book. We moved alot and I lost the calendar. In 2001, our little girl passed away in a car accident. Today, as I finally unpacked the last box of books, I found her baby book with the calendars for her first year tucked away in it. As I read it, I teared up but thanked God for his wonderful gift.
Last week, I was searching for some sewing supplies and came across a letter from Sarah, when she was almost 16, telling me how much she appreciated all I had done for her and how much she loved me. It was as though God knew I needed to hear from her. At the end she writes, "Oh yeah I know this wasn't written on my birthday but you get the point." which brought laughter remembering her sense of humor. She added a P.S. to the letter, "I am a daddy's girl but I have my mommy's heart!" What more could I ask for?