On this day three years ago I wrote about helping my daughter move house –A Tiring Day. I note that I said “Never want to move again”. Well the best laid plans and all that.
Since that day three years ago I have moved twice and am saying once again “Never want to move again”.
And the help I gave my daughter at that time has been returned in so many ways, particularly helping me after the death of The Architect. I count my daughter amongst my most treasured blessings.
The smallest act of kindness is worth more than the grandest intention.