Life with you is like lessons of the heart. You’re a wise old soul.
You’ve a tender heart. Full of compassion.
You’ve much confidence, but oh so humble.
When I asked you if you knew that Christmas wasn’t just about getting gifts, you answered me as if I were crazy. “I know that mama! It’s about giving to others.”
Your life is your message. Little heartfelt messages.
Your messages whisper to me every day…
While putting away the wrapping paper, you got an idea. Wrap each other! And bust out within 30 seconds. Game on.
I wrap you.
You wrap me.
We wasted a lot of paper and a lot of tape, but we scored a bunch of laughs!
Embrace moments. Look for fun.
We took the bongos to Grammy’s and Poppy’s thinking one of the musicians in the family would know how to play. Instead you played as serious as could be because baby Layla loved the sound and wanted to dance.
You found your rhythm and we had a dance party.
When you bring joy to others, you find joy yourself.
Everyone was playing with Layla’s poppity pop. You wanted to join in, but were reluctant. After all, it wasn’t your gift. You waited for an invitation.
You didn’t care what age the toy was for, you just wanted to join in.
Take any opportunity to have a good time and join the fun.
Poppy hands out cards each year to everyone with a gift inside. You let Poppy sit in his chair and you had the best fun giving out the cards for him.
You ran around with cards in hand and delivered with a great big smile!
Take pleasure in helping others.
You hit the dessert table in the kitchen for a snack.
Take time to stop and eat the brownies!
You found a quiet spot to open your envelope from Grammy and Poppy. You studied each bill carefully.
Then you ran and thanked Poppy.
Always be appreciative of what you get from others.
Presents all around the tree. You don’t know where to begin.
The only thing you had told me you wanted was a…
A game you love to play that you hadn’t thought to ask for…
You always take time to hug.
Even the boxes! It’s just what you always do.
You are just so happy. Pure joy.
It’s not the gift that matters. It’s the thought.
You want to play games together. You love togetherness. You want everyone to join in and be included.
More than all the toys, you love being together.
The best gift of all is time spent together.
Later that evening as I wrote in my journal before bed, you took yours that lays on your desk and went into the bathroom. You came out smiling from ear to ear and laid this in front of me:
Mom you are the best mom in the world and I love you.
I love you. You’re welcome.
This made me cry. Really cry. Which made you cry. There we were. Sitting in the bed laughing and crying together.
Two hearts utterly immersed in love.
Tender hearts fully connected.
Experiencing nothing but the love of one another.
You, my Tru, are the best gift of all.
Hands Hearts down.
I love you too much!