Some days are really hard.
This day started out ok, but as it unfolded, my beautiful girls began to melt. I tried to remain solid, but as the heat increased, I too was reduced to a liquid state. Our puddles collided as we sat together on the green rug and cried long.
We miss our Warrior Daddy!
And as we cried, the phone chimed, with an email alert.
God always knows the right way to cheer up four sad-for-Daddy girls.
Flowers are rare in Haiti these days, but the Warrior Daddy found one, a beautiful purple one at that, and sent it straight to our needy hearts.
And four somber girls smiled through tears and danced.
