My dad prays for me. I never knew that. He's usually very vocal about religion and politics, but it's always generalized or criticizing someone else's point of view. He rarely speaks about what he believes.
Then last night after we had bought my mom's Christmas present together and I was telling him about what I plan on doing this week for fun, my dad says that he prayed for me.
Wow. That little sentence means so much to me. Now, I'm off to a good day!