My niece pulled me to the side yesterday and wanted to talk to me. She said, "I know you're my uncle, but until I see Dad again, can you kind of be like my Dad down here now?"

I'll never see Gracie at age ten, and I grew up with brothers, so the only personal experience I have with girls that age are stories or watching another niece pass that stage of life. However, I have to think that ten is such a critical age for young girls. I hugged her and told her I'd do my best to support her the way I know her father supported/and would support her. I'm still trying to wrap my finger around this path that God's sent our family down.