Yesterday morning Carey and I stumbled upon an unexpected gift. We have kept a message on our answering machine of our then four year-old nephew singing “Happy Birthday” to Carey because it was an incredibly sweet gesture. After the song, my mom chimes in wishing Carey a happy birthday as well. Then my father takes the phone and tells Carey happy birthday. There, in our office, sitting on Carey’s desk is a recording of Dad’s voice telling his daughter-in-law that he wants her to have a happy birthday and that the three of them—Mom, Dad, and my nephew—love her. I was in tears for the rest of the day, sad in missing my father, but so grateful to God for this gift.