I've purposely laid down a little misinformation on here over the years, just being overly cautious.

Our youngest is a girl. She's simply wonderful; bright, funny, the best smile ever.

She'll ask me to go for drives to talk about cartoons and her favorite candy and can we get treats and crank up her music. She holds my hand like a little girl while we drive, hollers HI to boys out the window and then hides.

She'll ask to sit together and watch cartoons and kids shows then tell me how much more handsome the older boys on tv are than the boys at school her own age. Then laugh and blush.

She's told me, "I have no role model. I know how a man should treat his wife and how a dad should treat his kids because of you, and I know how a boy should treat his girlfriend from my oldest brother because he's really good to the girls he's dated, but I don't know how a mom or wife should be because I've never seen it."

She's just wonderful and I love her so much.

I don't know, and increasingly don't care, what's wrong with her moms thinking.

This week I've felt the start of two things: happiness and hope.

I'm really thankful for your friendship and hugs and support, and sometimes your frustration and insistence I pull my head out of my butt and look around at the world.