Grateful for a small moment

I’ve had a rough week. A very rough week after a string of horrible weeks. A week that made me think I didn’t know I could do it anymore, but I have to stay strong and keep going because I have a daughter who I could never leave fatherless.

Today I picked her up after an especially hard, defeating day of work. We drove home and didn’t really talk much, until she asked for some French fries. We stopped at Whataburger, went inside, and shared a large order of French fries. She looked up at me (with so much ketchup across her face that I don’t know if she actually got any in her mouth) and said “I like today, daddy.”