The Best Feeling in the World

A thought occurred to me a couple weeks ago, when I was missing my daughter, who was in Oregon.

I used to think that the best feeling in the world was when you were a kid and you got hurt or something was wrong, and you just ran to your mom or dad and they held you. You felt safe, like everything in the world was OK, like someone was there to take care of you no matter what and love you no matter what. I loved that feeling, and sometimes I really miss that feeling as a grown up.

But it's not the best feeling in the world. It's the second best. The best is being the parent in that situation.

I'm glad my daughter is back!