Sometimes you’re allowed a glimpse of the deepest parts of someone’s heart. That happened late last night. My oldest daughter and I talked.
About life. About deep things. Needed things. Good things and hard things.
It seems like the late hours are when hearts are most open. Maybe we’re too tired to keep our guards up. Or even better, the guards completely go away. Either way, it’s a beautiful thing.
Staying up late to see deep into a heart is worth it every time.