My daughter thinks that when I wake up, I’m excited to meet the day; she thinks that I value the health and happiness of my family way more than the stresses of work.
My daughter thinks that even when it feels like it’s time to cry, her daddy still laughs; she thinks her mother is our hero and that it’s my job to support her in any way I can.
My daughter thinks that I love to play much more than I love to worry; she thinks I’m patient and full of grace.
My daughter thinks that everything I say is sincere and honest; she thinks that I’m the hardest worker she knows.
Yesterday I managed to fool her. Today, may she be right.