There are people in our life that listen to us and then those that really hear us. My daughter, Ciara, hears me. I have four amazing children and only one daughter. Every day when I drive CC to and from school I learn something new. She’s the voice that will pause, slow down and consider an action before one is taken. She is the calm in a storm. She is beauty and grace. Strong and yet fragile. Her passion is fierce and her loyalty unwavering. And I am blessed beyond measure. This week’s column was effortless to write because the pen was directed outward where it always should be. Thank you for reading.
Who hears you? Who’s the gem in your life?