One night, many years ago in w different life, when I was putting my 1stDaughter to bed.in her crib, she asked me, "Are you happy and proud of me, Daddy?" And I told her, "Oh, yes! I am very happy and proud of you!" I tried to always make her know that I am very happy and proud of her.
Some nights, when I go to bed I fond myself wondering if I make my dear ones happy and proud of me.
Tonight, more than my dear ones, I want to know if my Poppa is happy and proud of me. I want nothing as much as I want to hear Him say to me, "Well done my good and faithful Daughter!"