A quiet house. A thoughtful husband. A rainy day. A Bible close by. A pot of coffee. A kind note on my desk. And my favorite….a clue on the porch that someone felt extra special with Daddy this morning. Nothing warms my heart more than evidence of significant time spent between Daddy and child. Sometimes the evidence is the sounds of feet on the stairs before the sun is fully doing its job. Sometimes it is the empty hot chocolate packets on the kitchen counter. Sometimes it is the clanging of mugs in the kitchen. Sometimes it is in loud whispers. Sometimes it is not until I see the smudges of chocolate around someone's miniature mouth. This morning it was his Bible in an unusual place and two empty mugs on the back porch-one that he always uses and one she always uses.