As I put my daughter down to change her diaper, my wife, the lovely Charity, asked her, “Are you ok, honey?”
“I’m,” she said haltingly. “I’m nervous.”
And my heart immediately melted.
I bent over and kissed her little head, placed my hand on her heart and placed her hand on my heart and whispered softly, “It’s ok to be nervous. I get nervous all the time.”
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