We walked with her through the crowds several Saturdays ago, her hands joining us as a family of three. Amid the chaotic scenes of ferris wheel lines and bouncy houses galore, the permeating scents of greasy, delicious cheese curds and deep fried Oreos, and the musical sounds leading up to Mandisa, I felt myself breathing thanks again.
Thank you, God, for this moment. For today…that we can be us.
And I had no idea that He was going to take that moment and etch it in our hearts forever.
You see, as we walked through the Freedom Fest, held every year in Janesville, Wisconsin, our sweet four year-old daughter stopped. She let go of my hand and turned to her daddy.
“Daddy?” She pointed toward two middle school-aged girls sitting on the ground, having a snack. “Daddy, those two girls are so beautiful! Can I tell them they’re beautiful?”
He smiled and released her hand, and in all of her 40 inches of tallness, she bravely walked over to them.
“You’re really beautiful!”
The girls smiled back and returned her words. “Thank you. So are you!”
And what my husband noticed, that I somehow missed, was the true reaction of the two girls our daughter had bravely approached. Her simple words had made their day…and he could tell it just by the looks on their faces.
Our sweet girl had taken the time to go beyond herself to make someone else’s day.
Today I’m over at God-sized Dreams, talking about doing for others in the middle of our dreaming. Will you join me? 
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