One Christmas my mom gave Alan a gift that was wrapped using a Cheerios box. He unwrapped the box and exclaimed "Oh! I love Cheerios!"
This Christmas I forgot about hiding a bunch of gifts in the garage. Alan had no gifts from me under the tree. He didn't complain a bit. He opened his gifts from Grandma and Grandpa and Granna and Sean and happily started playing. I didn't realize how many were missing until Mom remembered where I'd put them. 6. When I brought them in mid-morning, he didn't give me a hard time at all. He just opened them and loved them and started playing.
And he gave me my gift - a necklace that's a prayer box. A tiny heartshaped box to hold good thoughts for when I have a bad day and need to let them out. He explained it all in his card to me.
Sweet sweet boy.
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