When my two and a half years old daughter smiles during her sleep, I wonder what shes dreaming about, a far better place, than this present situation, or enjoying a warm hug with the heavenly ones. Which ever or not, it's reassuring that there are little moments such as this one that makes up for the daily struggles of being a father, provider and husband.

My wife turns thirty-two today and she can pass for half that number. I'm unworthy of such a soul. Although she gets me all riled up many times, she's also that anchor that keeps me much grounded. Saves me from myself.
Many more years, Winkieboo.