A father's heart....

Last night, my nephew's 32nd birthday.

People milling around the  house.

He and I, alone when he read the

card his 8 y/o daughter had chosen for him.

He looked up at me with bright, shiny tears, and timidly said:

"I'm not supposed to do this."

I thought to myself

"Yes, you are, it's your father's heart."

Then he yelled out in a croaky voice:

"Ella, come here!"

:)