Will came home last night for the Thanksgiving holiday and I was welcomed with the biggest, tightest hug. We all agree he gives the best hugs. It almost feels like a Heimlich maneuver, but not quite. About the time I think I can't breathe, he lets go. Love.
He pointed to a wrinkled up, taped up grocery sack on the counter top. He said it was my birthday present that he tried to wrap. (It looked pretty ugly...so I was wondering what in the world could be in it.) Funny.
I could cry right now thinking about this. A good, sweet cry. Sentimental.
This gift. Perfect.
That this boy went and bought with his own money. Generous.
To an antique store that he had been in with me...and returned back to my favorite booth in the place. Memories.
And he picked this out for me. Thoughtful.
He gets me. Connection.
And for a second, I see a bit of my soul in his. Bonded.
So very thankful.