A few days before Christmas last year I was wrapping presents. Sammy walked into my bedroom. (Don't ask me why my door was unlocked while I was wrapping Sammy's presents because I have no memory of that one!) A gift of Sleeping Beauty figures was on the bed waiting to be wrapped. Sammy grabbed it and said "Thank you mom!". I calmly told him that it wasn't for him but I was a gift for Maria. (Sammy's niece) After a few minutes Sammy went back to the kitchen, turned on the computer, dumped his markers, and watched a movie. On Christmas morning as Sammy opened the Sleeping Beauty figures he stopped and looked sad when he thought he opened one of Maria's gift, then when he realized it was truly for him he lifted the gift, said "Thank you Mia" and gave the box a kiss. I wish I could have savored each moment last Christmas, taken more pictures, hugged more, and kissed more. Sammy made each day more joyful, more blessed, more special.
It doesn't get easier, we just get better at it. God is good.
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