Liae a Cup of Milk

Years ago, a little boy about up to the hip high years old held onto his father’s fingers as he came into the examining room. Our conversation went something like this:

“How much do you love your daddy?”

The little boy looked at me then at the ceiling and then at me again and said:

“I love my daddy more than all the stars in space love the Earth.”

Today, a little girl came to my front door with a little card.

She handed it to me. It looked like this:

And when you opened it, it looked like this: