I was cleaning (I know, a rarity in my house these days) and found a small piece of paper, folded up between two books. On it was written a note to myself of something that I would eventually share on here.
I have no idea how long ago it was (judging from the level of dust on the bookshelf and the lack of correct spelling, probably sometime last year), but Abby had written the following prayer...
Thank you for bing my dad. Thank you also for giveing me never-ending love. I love you more then anything in the wold. In your name I pray,
In a week of the van not starting (and the window breaking) and Noah being sick, I really needed to find this paper today.