A friend of mind asked Esther what she looked forward to the most about Ian coming home.
Her answer was unexpected.
"I look forward to my mom not being so stressed."
For a split second, when my friend related this to me, I felt ashamed. Ashamed that my stress was the first thing on my ten-year-old daughter's mind.
Then, like the sun coming out from behind a menacing cloud, I saw the beauty lurking within that loaded statement. The beauty and the simplicity.
She gets it, that girl. She gets it.
And the fact that she was thinking of how this homecoming will benefit me, thus benefiting her in the very best of ways-- happy mom, happy child-- just makes me want to shout Hallelujah! from the rooftop.