Grace stood and crossed to me, taking my hand and meeting my gaze.
“He is, Daddy,” she said, patting my hand, leaving tiny traces of sand with each pat.
A chill drifted over all of us and I traded a glance with CJ. He could read me better than anyone here and he raised his beer in response. Grace seemed to have a line straight to heaven, one that even a trinity of angelic grace didn’t have. I gave her a soft smile, staring into those dazzling big blue eyes and ran my finger down her nose, tapping the end of it lightly.
“Thank you, Grace,” I said and wondered just where her celestial knowledge ended. Her level of comprehension never ceased to amaze me and her insight was always frighteningly accurate, even at five.
“You’re welcome, Daddy,” she said and turned, skipping back to the sandcastle.
I knew someday I’d have to worry about Grace, but today wasn’t that day.
The End