Dear Son,
I know, I know . . . everyone thinks this about their own child. And that is to be expected and perfectly normal. [I, for one, just happen to be correct in my assumption.]
Moments ago I observed you with a little box that was once home to a bracelet I received for Christmas. I continued what I was working on, when a few minutes later you presented it to me.
Inside lay Patch, one of the little people from your pirate ship. Not to be left 'out in the cold', you had thoughtfully taken a lens cleaner towelette and draped over him. As if that wasn't brilliant enough - when you handed the make-shift bed to me, you proudly proclaimed "go night-night!"
Wow and wow.
Not even two years old and look at that little imagination at work. I love it Son, and pray that my amazement due to your discoveries is never lessened as the days, weeks and years continue to pass by.
I love you.
1 comment:
a little boy who knows all about love and caring at his tender age
xxx
Luce
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