This morning as I was getting ready, Sarah knocked on my door. I said "Who is it?" She said, "it's me, Sarah". I said "Come in." She walked in carrying my favorite breakfast.
It's not my birthday, it's not Valentine's day yet, it's not my Anniversary, it wasn't a special day until she walked in with my favorite breakfast.
Back up to Saturday when she wanted me to make her an "Egg Sandwhich" as we call them. I told her to watch me so she could learn how to make one for herself. She watched carefully and I gave instructions as I showed every step. Yesterday, she came up and told me that she had made her own egg sandwich while daddy supervised in the kitchen.
Now to fully contemplate how touching this is to me, you must also know what we have been going through with this little girl. She has had some major problems with sleep anxiety. We have tried the understanding route. We have tried the no TV before bed route. We have tried going to be earlier. We have tried many more techniques to try and help her not have anxiety about going to sleep. Finally on Sunday night, we tried the "Not going to put up with this any more" route. We had an all out battle that night about going to sleep. I had to become the tough guy, not what I usually like to do. She is always remorseful in the morning for the way she acts. It's actually quite tough on her. So, last night, after the previous night of deciding to be tough, we had not problems with her going to bed.
Fast forward to this morning when I woke her up and she was very happy and did not have to say she was sorry for the way she acted the night before.
So, she asked if she could go downstairs by herself (which she also never does) and make her own "Egg Sandwich", I said "sure". I go off to get dressed and ready for work and she knocks on the door. Back to the beginning of the story now, where she presents me with her gift of "Charity".
I love that girl, words cannot express how much my heart is touched today by her act of "The pure love of Christ".
