Maybe it's normal; maybe it comes because I know what it feels like to have almost lost her...more than once. Maybe it's a combination of both.
I can tell you this though.
There have been quiet times when I've been listening ... really listening ... and have felt that God was speaking directly to my soul.
"Give her love. Give her laughter. Give her peace. Give her you."
I could never explain adequately the need I have to fill my little girl's life with as much as I can...for as long as I can.
Tonight that meant going for a bike ride and once we reached the lake, taking her shoes and socks off and letting her play.
If I had known ahead of time that we were going to the lake, I would have brought a change of clothes and let her sit in the lake, because that's all she wanted to do.
(And yes, her shirt is cut. That's what I get for turning my back for two seconds and leaving a pair of scissors within 10 feet of her.)
It's my prayer that I'll have my sweet girl with me for years and years to come...
But it's also my prayer that on the chance that I don't, I will never let one moment with her pass me by...even if that moment is playing in green, mossy lake water.