My five-year-old came out of her room having just awakened. I knelt down and enveloped her in my arms to give her a morning hug. As I held her, my mind went to the children in our homeless shelter and those parents I know who’ve lost little ones. I thanked God for this precious one.

“Good morning, little one,” I said, holding her tightly.

After a moment I hear her little voice say, “I want the iPad.”

[sigh]

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