Community - It's not a new tv show

It's carnival time again. I hadn't planned on joining in this week because I couldn't come up with anything to write about. Okay, that's not exactly true. I could have come up with something, but it would have been fluff. Not even funny fluff. Just something to fill the space. A word to the wise: Be wary of wishing for writing material.

Sunday morning, I woke to the sound of a crash and then my husband yelling my name in a tone of voice that let me know that it was something horrible. I ran downstairs and into our office to find him on the floor with our daughter who was having a seizure. Shock. Panic. Fear. I grabbed the telephone and dialed 911 and tried to get help while listening to my husband tell my daughter to breathe. The operator told me to calm down as I watched my precious girl start to turn blue. I prayed to God to help her as I saw her color return. Somehow I made it through the phone conversation then dropped to the floor to hold my daughter. My husband ran outside to wait for the paramedics to arrive and I stayed with my girl and watched her look right through me as I talked to her and prayed. She just wasn't really there. Exhausted from her ordeal, she closed her eyes to sleep. I held her chest with one hand to make sure that her heart was still beating and with the other I stroked her sweet little freckled face. It took years for the minutes to pass while we waited for help to arrive. I stayed by her side as the paramedics checked her out and tried to ease her stress when she couldn't figure out what was going on. She was still incoherent, but was in a panic. I held her hand. I talked to her. But it was still too early. The seizure still too fresh. She needed time. I wanted my little girl back now.

My husband went with her in the ambulance so I could get dressed and throw things into a bag that my daughter might need. Clean jammies, clothes, a storybook, a beloved stuffed animal. Things I wanted her to need. Before I ran out the door to catch up to the ambulance, I stopped at the computer. After having a terrible time trying to find the correct keys, I managed to get out an email and a tweet on Twitter asking for prayers for my little girl. I sent out my plea to my little community because I knew that my friends would support my daughter with their petitions to God. What I didn't know is that the community was much larger than I had anticipated. Word spread and people I didn't even know were praying for my daughter. Like ripples on the water, my community was growing and spreading. It's an amazing and wonderful thing to see, and I know that the prayers are still going.

As for my daughter, she's been acting like her old self. There's running, giggling and smiling. There's complaining, whining and asking for more food. The doctors aren't in agreement as to what they think is going on. Some blame her diabetes saying she had low blood sugar. The neurologist says her blood sugar wasn't low enough to have caused the seizure and wants to do an EEG. The endocrinologist wants to do a full workup on her to see what can be found. So the mystery, as well as this mother's worry, goes on. Thankfully, I have a wonderful community around me who is covering my daughter in prayer and for that, I am so very grateful.

If you'd like to read what other carnival participants have to say, please check out the "One Word" blog carnival hosted this week by Bridget Chumbley. Also, there's the "What I Learned This Week" carnival at Musings of a Housewife.

Today, on a very special Weight...What?...

Today's post is a two-fer of sorts. No, you're not going to get two different posts. I'm just linking one post to two different blog carnivals. Yes, I'm tricky that way. The first is "Remember" at the One Word at a Time carnival and the second is the What I Learned This Week carnival. How in the world can these two things go together? Read on...

It was a sad week here at the Weight...What? household. I learned that it was time to say goodbye to an old friend. A dear friend. A friend who had been with me more than 20 years. I remember the start of this friendship like it was yesterday...

It was my freshman year in college, the time when most people realize that they need a friend like this in their lives. We'd pull all-nighters together as well as get together first thing in the morning to start our day. Sometimes I was very demanding, but my friend just continued to give and give without a single complaint. My friend really pulled me through the hard times in college.

After college, my friend and I were as close as ever. Years have passed and I've moved a handful of times, but my friend was always there for me. After all this time, I have to admit that I took my friend for granted. I just always thought my friend would be there for me. Sadly, it's just not to be. I said goodbye to my friend this week and now I feel lost. It's like I can't even get out of bed in the morning anymore, because what's the use? I guess there's only one thing left to do...

I need to go shopping for a new coffee maker. Man, I'll really miss the old one.

It's not your father's anarchy

It's time for another round of What I Learned This Week over at Musings of a Housewife. So, what did you learn this week?

I had an eye-opening experience this week. I learned that anarchists have book fairs. Book fairs? Really? It seems a little too soft and fluffy for anarchists, but whatever. Our local anarchy book fair is lead, or not as the case may be, by a guy named Sweet Pea. Yes, you heard me correctly. I said Sweet Pea. Rocked my world, too. According to an article I read, this event brings in hundreds of people. But Sweet Pea says that the community shouldn't be intimidated by the type of crowd that gathers or the theme of anarchy. Apparently, this is not your father's anarchy. This is more the cute and fluffy bunny anarchy. Where are the pitchforks and torches?! At least throw in some chaos and mass hysteria, will ya? What is this world coming to?

And on an entirely different note, a big Happy Birthday to my bloggy friend Steph over at Red Clay Diaries! At least, I think it's a different note. You're not an anarchist, are you Steph? Do anarchists wear Snuggies these days?

Hair today, gone tomorrow

It's time for another round of "What I Learned This Week" over at Musings of a Housewife. What did you learn this week?

This week has been all about hair. It came and went, both the week and the hair.

I took my daughter in on Friday to get her hair cut before school starts this week. She's been growing it out in order to donate it to Locks of Love. We've been through this once before, so she knew what she was doing. She's been pretty excited to get it cut and to donate it, but truth be told, I think she loves the attention she gets from such a dramatic hairstyle change.

While my daughter was happy as a clam to sit there and have her hair cut, I sat there with a lump in my throat. My baby's hair was getting cut off! I know, I know. It'll grow back. It just seems like her hair is such a part of her, and now most of it was going away. I won't miss the tangles when brushing it, but I will miss playing with it. She does look awfully cute with her little bob cut though...

Some of you may remember me writing about my dad a couple of weeks back. His hair has been falling out quite a bit lately, so on Sunday he'd decided he was done with it. My sister and I were over at my folks house, so my sister volunteered to shave his head. We all went outside and what was left of his hair started coming off. We made jokes about how white his scalp was and tried to talk him into keeping a mohawk for a while (for some reason he didn't go for that), but there was that lump in my throat again. It was hard watching the hair go. Hard watching the changes that cancer was making. But this, too, will grow back. And in case you're wondering? The eyebrows are still very much intact.

So what did I learn this week? It looks like I'm more attached to other people's hair than they are themselves. It's only the hair that's gone, and even that is just temporary. My daughter looks adorable in a bob cut and my dad has superglue holding his eyebrows on. And in the future, I should probably find something else to do besides watching people get their hair cut. I just can't handle the drama!

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Hope giggles.

Once again it's time for the What I Learned This Week blog carnival over at Musings of a Housewife. Feel free to hop on over there and join in!

It's been a few weeks since I've done a What I Learned post. I've been a bit of a blog slacker lately. But I'm back with a post now and I've got some sharing to do. While this is not something I learned this week, it is something that I keep learning more about whether I want to or not. My dad has stage 3 Lymphoma. On the upside, the type he has is pretty treatable. On the downside, this type likes to come back repeatedly. He just started his first round of chemo (Monday) and he'll have two more days of it in this round. The thought of all the chemo and radiation treatments he'll have to go through is pretty scary. Why does the treatment seem to make a person feel worse than the cancer? It just seems crazy to have to pump a body full of poison in order to make it better.

There's a heaviness in my family right now. Not a lot is being said about it. We've gone through cancer before with my niece and it was horrible. We're trying to make light of it by joking about hair loss. You see, my dad has big, bushy eyebrows. He could use them for a comb-over they're so big. When my niece was little, she used to draw pictures of him that looked something like this:

Yes, the big line is his eyebrow. Must have been before the plucking of the unibrow. We're all taking bets as to whether he'll lose the eyebrows or not, and if he does, how long they'll hold out. His doctor gives them 3 weeks. I'm thinking they might hold on longer than that. The guessing game gives us something on the lighter side of cancer to look at. Something to focus on other than the painful thoughts that come with a cancer diagnosis.

Prayer is a big deal at times like this. We are fortunate to have good friends who are sending up prayers along with us in our time of need. God is the Great Healer and He'll never leave us. Through Him we have Hope. Hope is what keeps us fighting when others have given up. It's what reminds us that this pain is not all there is. I bought a wonderful book many years back written by Erma Bombeck called I Want to Grow Hair, I Want to Grow Up, I Want to Go to Boise - Children Surviving Cancer. In it, a group of kids who had cancer were asked to describe 'hope' as if it were an animal. Here are a few of the responses:

"Hope is about two and an half feet tall."

"He is covered with fur and it's fluffy."

"Hope giggles."

"When it talks, you're the only one who can hear it."

"Hope raises its voice sometimes. It has to talk louder than fear."

"Occasionally, Hope is shy and likes to hide."

"If you don't take good care of it...it can die."

"It will come to you only when you need it."

"Hope has offsprings like any other animal. They're called 'Hopelets.' You don't keep them. You share them with other people who need one."

Kids just have a way of explaining things, don't they? So I'll be holding on to hope and watching for good things to come. Afterall, who am I to place a limit on God?

Ooo! Sparkly!

It's time for more What I Learned This Week over at Musings of a Housewife. What did you learn this week?

This week I learned so much...about sparkly vampires.

First, a little background. My husband has always been a lover of all things vampire and/or zombie. That's to say that he was, until the sparkly vampires came along. You know what I'm talking about. Twilight. Vampires and adolescent hormones. My husband's worst nightmare. Now just bring out some touchy-feely zombies and his misery will be complete.

So the Twilight craze is going gangbusters, but I had yet to read any of the books. I have to admit that part of the reason I hadn't read them is because I'd feel like I was cheating on Harry. You know, Potter. I love Harry. But my bloggy friends can be very persuasive (read: pushy) so I decided I'd look into checking the book out from the library. I thought I'd have to wait forever to get a copy, but one became available less than a week after I requested it. So I brought it home.

And my husband's head exploded.

Okay, not really. But he has been eyeing me suspiciously since I started reading it. Hey, if he can be a scary vampire, I can be a sparkly one. So I read. I have to say that it was pretty good, too. Oh, I'm not saying it compares to Harry. But still, pretty good. I think I like sparkly vampires. I finished reading book 1 this morning then went online to my library's website to put a request in for book 2...

There are 75 people ahead of me on the waiting list.

I'm not that patient a person. I was left with no choice but to go buy New Moon. I think there are forces conspiring against me much in the way that a drug pusher would. Here - read the first book. It's easy to get. You'll like it... Then I get sucked (vampire reference duly noted) into it and BAM! I can't get the next one so easily. But they've got me. They know they do. And I have to buy more to support my habit. They're just evil that way. And not even in a sparkly way.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have sparkly vampires to tend to.

Still here? Then how about checking out the Life is Funny blog carnival? No sparkly vampires, but there is a cute little redhead with a sparkling personality.

In the shallow end of the pool

Ready or not, here it comes! It's time for What I Learned This Week over at Musings of a Housewife. So, what did you learn this week?

"There are two kinds of people in this world: Those who like Neil Diamond and those who don't." (Bill Murray, What About Bob)

So true, so true. But for this blog's purposes, I'll be adding a sub-category. Those who are deep thinkers and those who are not.

There are some bloggers who are amazing wordsmiths that find depth and meaning in what would otherwise be a mundane event. Take Billy Coffey's blog for example. The guy can pull meaning out of anything and do it in a way that will leave you in awe. If you haven't read his blog before, you really should. Really deep stuff.

Then there are those who are more along the lines of Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey. Funny, but definitely in the shallow end of the pool.

If you've ever read my blog before, you know where I fall.

This is not to say that I'm not an intelligent person. Actually, I'm quite bright. I just don't think or write in a deep and meaningful way. That's not who I am. And I've been learning that that's okay.

Alright, I'll admit that I'm incredibly a bit jealous of the deep swimmers. They have an amazing gift that I admire. But God gave me a gift, too - the gift of finding the laughter in everyday events. It's not a gift for the faint of heart. Nope. Because with that gift comes the added bonus of a lot of potentially embarrassing situations for you to find the funny in, also known as excellent blog fodder. So that's what I get to share with you here - the lighter side of life. I think it makes for a nice balance, don't you? C'mon in. The wading pool is fine.

Want more of the lighter side? Check out the Life is Funny blog carnival. Arm floaties are not required.

Octopuses? Octopii? Whatever.

Ready or not, it's time for more What I Learned This Week over at Musings of a Housewife!

This week I'm changing it up a bit. I'll be doing What I Learned This Week Twenty-two Years Ago. Why? Because once again, I've got nothing. But I did find a really cute video clip that will fit in with my revised theme. See? It all works out in the end.

So, twenty-two years ago this week, I was taking summer term classes at my college. Yes, I was in college that long ago. I was a, uh, a child genius. Yes, that's it. Anyway, I was taking the Best Class Ever - Marine Biology. Who knew that science could be so fun? Anyway, the professor loved to tell stories of things that had happened at places she'd worked in the past. My favorite were the octopus stories. Did you know that they are wicked smart? It's true.

Once she was working at an aquarium and the aquarium had been having a lot of thefts of expensive exotic fish. Every morning, they'd come in and check the tanks and more of the fish would be missing. That was getting really expensive, so they put up security cameras to try to catch whoever was breaking into the aquarium at night and stealing fish. They caught the thieves, too. It was the octopuses. The octopuses that were in tanks on the next floor up. They were climbing out of their tanks, down the stairs and up to the fish tanks to have themselves an expensive little feast every night. They'd then go back up the stairs and climb back into their tanks. Ooo! They were so sneaky! And yes, they put lids over the octopus tank after that.

She also worked at a lab that was studying octopuses. The octopuses got pretty hungry there, too. The Marine Biologists would come in to the lab in the morning and find octopuses on top of the refridgerator, in the refridgerator and around the refridgerator, all of them very well fed. Yup, they'd manage to open it up and help themselves. So yeah, lids went on those tanks, too.

So I hope you've enjoyed this little walk down memory lane with me. It was fun! And it was one of the few things I've retained from what I learned in college. Go figure.

Now how about a little Life is Funny blog carnival? No octopuses were harmed in the writing of that post.

Let's Make a Deal! Or not.

Can you believe it's been a week already? Where does the time go? Did you learn anything this week? If not, maybe you should check out What I Learned This Week over at Musings of a Housewife. Couldn't hurt...

For this week's post, I'll be reposting one of my early blog posts. Why? Because it's fitting for what I learned this week.

It's time to play... Let's Make A Deal!

Monty Hall: Okay, Wendy, do you want what's behind door number one, door number two or door number three?

Me: Oh! It's so hard to choose! I think I'll go with door number two, Monty!

Monty: Jay, tell her what she's won!

Jay Stewart: She's won a new case of pneumonia! It comes with weeks worth of incredible chest pain, a hacking cough, and burning lungs! But wait, she's also won complete and total exhaustion!

Monty: Uh... What a great prize... But doesn't Carol Merrill look lovely modeling it?

Jay: Wow, that's a Zonk if I ever saw one...

Me: And to think... I never win anything.

Yes, I went to the doctor yesterday and I've got pneumonia. Again. I really need to stop wishing that I had something to post about for this blog carnival. I guess that would be two lessons learned this week...

Now how about checking out my Life is Funny blog carnival? It's completely pneumonia-free!

She can't be taught

Ready or not, it's time for What I Learned This Week over at Musings of a Housewife. Did you learn anything?

It started yesterday. The wondering. The pondering. The smacking of my head with my hand. Why, oh why, did I not pay attention this week? Yeah, I couldn't come up with anything I learned this week. This morning, I told of my failings over on Twitter. If you put it out there, you just may get an answer on Twitter:

"PuriChristos @weightwhat maybe you learned that some weeks you don't learn big quantifiable lessons"

Yeah, let's go with that one. It sounds much better than saying I flunked this week's lesson. But in my own defense, it has been a crazy week. We're trying to refinance our house (Do you have any idea how hard that is to do now? Sheesh!) so it's been a whirlwind of home improvement projects. Remember the shutter incident? I'm still recovering from that one. But the shutters are now all up and they're lovely. The trim on the first floor of our house is all freshly painted. The house is, dare I say it? Clean! Okay, if not clean, the mess is well hidden in every cupboard and closet I could find. Like the shutters, it all looks great as long as you don't look too hard.

One might suggest that I take from all this the lesson that if I would just keep up with these things, I wouldn't have to rush to do them at the last minute. Meh. I won't be learning that lesson. But I did learn that I'm in serious need of a chiropractor right about now. My back has learned all new ways to hurt. Wish I didn't learn that one...

Ready for some funny? Then jump on over to the Life is Funny blog carnival. It's (mostly) pain-free!

You know, mossy green is not a bad color.

People are just learning stuff all over the place. Don't believe me? Just check out What I Learned This Week over at Musings of a Housewife. You'll see.

But what about me? Did I learn anything this week? Oh yeah. I did. I learned that paint sprayers are evil. EVIL!

Oh sure, the paint sprayer may look like an unassuming little tool. And what's not to love about a tool that can save you so much time and energy? I used to think that way. But don't be fooled! Hear my tale of woe, people.

Now I've done a lot of painting in my day. White walls are not to be tolerated around here. I can handle a brush and roller like the best of 'em. But I started on a project that was driving me a bit batty. Shutters. You see, I live in the Pacific Northwest and things around here get mossy. My one time white shutters were all looking a bit green. Not exactly the statement I wanted them to be making. So my husband took down all the shutters on our house (28 to be exact) and I started to paint them black.

Using a paint brush.

Do you have any idea how long it takes to paint shutters with a paintbrush when you have all those nooks and crannies to deal with? It takes a long time! And with so many shutters to do, I thought it might be nice to have the project finished before the end of the year. My brilliant idea was to go rent a paint sprayer. Always using my head, this one. So off I went to the rental yard to secure my sprayer. Hindsight being 20/20, I should have seen the problems to come. But no. I forged ahead. Here's where the learning comes in...

I learned that if they send out Tweedle Dumb to come out and explain the sprayer to you, the information you receive may not be accurate. No, he tells me, the spray is not adjustable.

I learned that if you go with that notion, indubitably the sprayer will be pre-set to come out in a needle thin spray. Said spray will puddle all over whatever you're trying to paint. This is extra special when you're dealing with all the crevices on shutters.

I learned that you will have to go back with a paint brush and try to fix the damage done by the paint sprayer that you rented to save yourself some time.

I learned that if you fiddle around with the paint sprayer long enough, you will figure out that the spray is, indeed, adjustable. Of course, you will not find this out until you've blown through the only gallon of paint that you purchased for this project. And you've only done 4 shutters. Poorly.

I learned that once you return home with more paint, you will realize that there is another problem with the sprayer. The motor will start giving out and the sprayer will go between spraying nicely and sputtering out. You will need the paintbrush again at this point.

I learned that my language can become very colorful. In a drunken sailor kind of way.

I learned that the second gallon of paint you bought for the project that should have only taken one gallon will still not be enough. But if you could just scrape off all the excess that's puddling up on the shutters you've been trying to paint, you may just be able to finish the job. By hand. Someday. When you're able to look at your shutters again.

Now how about checking out my blog carnival, Life is Funny? It's much more fun than renting a paint sprayer. Trust me on this one.

I may be biased, but that doesn't mean I'm not right.

If it's Tuesday, that means I must have learned something... See what others have learned over at Musings of a Housewife.

I have the cutest daughter in the whole world. I may be biased, but that doesn't mean I'm not right. Anyway, she made me a little book for Mother's Day this year. What I've learned this week is that she has a totally different perspective on things than I do. Different and interesting.

Okay, I'll give her the cooking thing. But rice? I'm an expert when it comes to Minute Rice? That seems to be a step down from the grilled cheese sandwiches that she said were her favorite last year. And the gardening thing? Yeah, not so much. I have two black thumbs and kill everything I put into the ground. I go to Home Depot and bring back sacrifices. Although I must say, my weeds are doing very well.

I'm guessing that they were supposed to write something about what Mommy does for work. I'm a stay-at-home mom, so I guess she thinks that trying to keep the dog from barking is my most important job. Little does she know that the rest of my time is spent watching soaps and eating bonbons.

Isn't it cute that she thought I looked pretty on my birthday? I'm just wondering who she might have been looking at though, because I don't own a purple dress. Or purple shoes for that matter. It's interesting how she remembers the restaurant as the lemon cookie place. It's a really great Italian restaurant. But yeah, their lemon cookies are to die for.

This one? It's right on. And she did give me a card with a picture, but I'm still waiting on the arm rubbies...

I really do love how she looks at things. It makes me wish that I could put on some kid-view glasses and take another look around myself. You never know, if I did that I just might be wearing a purple dress and shoes.

While you're here, how about checking out my blog carnival, Life is Funny? Join in if you'd like. There's lots of funny to go around!

Tell me again why coveting is wrong?

People are learning stuff all over the place this week. Don't believe me? Check out "What I Learned This Week" over at Musings of a Housewife.

Hello, my name is Wendy and I have craft room envy.

Hi Wendy.

This week I fell in love with yet another person's craft room. You can check it out here. It's one in a long line of craft rooms I've coveted. This week I've learned that, yes, I have a problem. The problem is that my craft room looks nothing like these other glorious creations I've been falling in love with!

Oh sure, I've got a room that in its heart of hearts wants to be a craft room when it grows up. It holds a good portion of the craft crap mess essentials that I could possibly use one day. If I ever get around to it. I've even got my grandma's old (massive) sewing desk in there. The sewing machine has never actually been in it since the desk has been in my possession... I really do need to learn to sew someday.

Okay, I have done a little sewing. But never on the machine that I own. That's somewhere out in the garage. Collecting dust. But with my friend's help, I was able to sew one outfit for my daughter.

If I could just get my friend to move near me and stand over me constantly, I'd be well on my way. In case that day comes, I've got tubs and tubs of fabrics that I've bought over the years. Yes, that's yet another addiction of mine. Don't even ask me about greeting cards.

But back to the craft room.

One day I'm hoping that it grows up to become something fabulous. A place where I'll actually go to do crafts. Okay, no, I have yet to do a craft in that room. I should probably call it the computer room since that seems to be it's only function right now. But no, I'll hold out hope and call it the craft room. Visualize craftiness. I think that should be my new motto. I could embroider it on a pillow. Or not.

Want to make a little extra effort? Then check out my blog carnival, Life is Funny. Because life really is funny. Especially when you tilt your head and look at it cross-eyed.

Apparently, my dog can type.

So boys and girls, what did you learn this week? Find out what others had to say over at Musings of a Housewife.

This week I learned a few things about my dog, Gidget.

She was a pretty cute puppy, wasn't she? Anyway, someone has taught her how to type. And use a computer. And set up a Twitter account. Yes, my dog is on Twitter. Want to check it out? She's CrazyGidgetDog. I'm not quite sure how she does it since I've never caught her in the act. But really, how does a dog type when they don't even have thumbs?

She just signed up a couple of days ago, but she's already got friends there. How? I mean, sure, she looks pretty cute in her puppy picture... I'm sure she's going for the cute angle here... But I think she might be more popular than me! Do I need to up my cute factor?

Gidget is sitting here looking at me right now. Is she waiting for her turn on the computer? Or is she waiting to read what I've written here so she can talk about it on Twitter?

Oh, I'm on to you, dog...

Need more funny in your life? Got some funny to share? C'mon over to my blog carnival, Life is Funny, and join in! You'll be glad you did.

Who needs Krazy Glue?

It's time for "What I Learned This Week" over at Musings of a Housewife. Want to find out what other people learned? Then pop on over to her blog and check it out.

As for me, I learned the following:

Glitter glue is stronger than Krazy Glue when it's applied to your kitchen table.

Silly Putty is stronger than Krazy Glue when it's stuck in your carpet.

Pineapple juice can seep through a plastice container and make that container stick to the refridgerator shelf as if it had been put there with Krazy Glue.

While parents might laugh and joke about how nice it would be to be able to apply Krazy Glue to the mouths of incredibly loud children, your child will not think that it's funny. At all.

Krazy Glue and duct tape are not interchangeable.

Not everything that is broken can be fixed with Krazy Glue.

Yes, Krazy Glue will glue your fingers together. Trust me on this one.

So what did you learn this week?

Want to check out something that's Krazy Glue free? Take a peek at my blog carnival, Life is Funny! And when you get there, why don't you stay a while? I'm guessing you've got some funny stories to tell yourself...

Oh! And as an added bonus: Today (Tues.) is free cone day at Ben & Jerry's stores! Gotta love free ice cream!

The compassion of the young

Okay class, it's time to share what you've learned this week. Stop by Musings of a Housewife to see what everyone else learned.

My father-in-law died on Sunday. I had taken my daughter out for the afternoon and when we got home, my husband told me the news. My daughter had only met her grandpa once when she was maybe two years old because they live in Florida and we're in Washington. Basically, she has no memory of the man. But we sat her down to tell her what had happened. Then my sweet little 6 year old girl gave her daddy a long hug and told him, "I'm sorry your daddy died." She sat there and comforted him. It was enough to melt this mommy's heart. What I learned this week was that my daughter is more compassionate than I knew. She's always been caring, but in this act, I saw a Gift. Having her as a daughter makes me truly blessed.

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