Why I need to tell stories in weak times

From My Corner of the World

This morning, as Nate and I had our daily thirty-minute connect before he left for work, Charlotte climbed over my ankles and into his lap. "I love you, Daddy … so much. Snuggle me?" She tucked her head up under his neck, sucked her thumb, and closed her eyes … for fifteen seconds. Then she shimmied off his lap and began humming Pomp and Circumstance. "…