"Daddy, you broke my heart"

This is what a little girl in Hastings said this afternoon. She said it because she wanted a bookmark and her daddy told her she didn't need one. I found it slightly humorous because her mother told her that there are many other things that will break her heart, but not a bookmark.

I just stood there a thought about it. If only I worried about bookmarks. If a bookmark could be the only thing that broke my heart, my life would seem so much easier. If that little girl only knew what life would throw at her. What would she do if she knew life wasn't only about which bookmark was the most beautiful.