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What Was The Best Part Of Your Day?

Let me tell you about the most special moment of my day.

My daughter and her boyfriend spontaneously decided to drive from Peterborough to Beaverton, so that they could have dinner with Chris and I. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to join them because I had some important appointments in the city. Despite my absence, Danae, Mike and Chris spent the late afternoon together and eventually dug into and thoroughly enjoyed a good steak dinner.

As I was driving home tonight, it started to snow quite heavily so I texted Danae and suggested that she and Mike start driving home because they had a long way to go. She responded with, “I’ll ask Mike what he wants to do.” and about ten minutes later, she texted, “We will wait but we gotta leave right after.”

A simple transaction, right? Not to me. Danae’s loving words made me cry – knowing that she wanted to see me. It hasn’t always been that way. I could hardly wait to get home and hug her.

For the rest of the drive home, I turned off the radio and I thought of my precious daughter, Danae.

Memories flooded into my mind – her sweetness and innocence as a child, her loving and trusting spirit, her giggle, the way she would hug her sister and brother, her blond and bouncy curls, her vivid imagination and the funny habit of sucking her little finger when she slept.

When Danae was in first grade, I was praying with her one night and she burst into tears. “Mommy, my friend, Susan told me that her mommy and daddy are getting divorced and she was crying today at school. What does “divorced” mean?” I held Danae tight, explained what the word meant and then I said, “I promise that will never happen to your daddy and I.”

But it did happen…and when her daddy left our family, it broke Danae’s heart. I don’t think she was ever the same.

Danae’s teenage years were very difficult. She struggled through many painful and disappointing times. For a few years, she and I were physically and emotionally distant from each other. We missed so much of each others’ lives. It was a terrible season for both of us.

Then came the most devastating experience of her life – her best friend died in a car accident. Danae experienced unspeakable grief. Three years have passed since Kandas’ death and it has been a long journey for Danae.

I am so proud of my daughter for coming through such dark storms in her life. She has grown up. She has hope. She has love. Her eyes shine again. That beautiful smile has come back. She is laughing. She is crying. She is working hard. She is forgiving others and herself. She is reaching out to others. She is generous and funny and healing.

She wants to see me and I love to see her. We’re rebuilding our relationship and catching up on many lost moments. I savor every hug.

Inexpressible joy. That’s what I feel right now. I feel like my heart is going to burst.

Danae was the best part of my day.

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  1. Linda Armbruster

    There is inexpressable joy when we rekindle a relationship ~ Linda

  2. Danae

    THanks Mom..This was really nice.
    I even did the dishes last night!!!..shocked??

    Love you


    • No Danae, I’m not shocked. Everyday, I see more beauty, authenticity and life in you. I love you dearly. Mom

  3. Leigh

    YOU are a blessed woman! reconciliation is truly a gift when it happens in our lives~

  4. kathy

    Oh Diane. I read through my own tears of the relationship with Dear Danae. She is a truly beautiful person, inside and out.
    Our children are our gifts from God. We hurt when they hurt and rejoice when they are happy. When they go through life’s lessons, we pray them through the difficult stretching times. We’d love to do it for them but they must learn to walk and fly.
    (Glad you got home safely last night.)

  5. Dawne

    Such a nice post…one of my faves:)

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