I was having a bad day last year, maybe one of my worst. In the evening when I put our daughter, Tamara, into bed I thought she seemed a little glum herself.
"I was really grumpy today, right?" I said. I had been like a fungus absorbing the death of the world, and I knew I had robbed her of something wonderful.
"I'm sorry about that." When I said it, a smile erupted on her face and her eyes lit up. She snuggled into her pillow and went to sleep... happy.