A few months ago I was telling my daughter, Charity how much I loved her. At least, that was the goal. As I sat at my barstool drinking my morning coffee, I was struck by the simple innocence she has so naturally. She was twirling and pretending to be a dancer of some kind and I wanted to let her know how beautiful and loved she is. So I asked her to come and sit on my lap so I could tell her how much I love her.
"Charity," I started off, "do you know what?"