Blogging tonight is approximately number 452 on my current “To
Do” list, and yet here I sit all because of a simple phone call from my boy that
has stopped me in my “hustle and bustle” tracks. . .
On my way home this afternoon I called Cooper to let him
know that I was stopping by the grocery store. As always I
asked if he needed (wanted) anything while I was there anticipating a Gatorade
or KitKat craving. “Cheez-Its”, he said
quickly. Odd. “Cheez-Its, that’s all?” Yep, that was all.
This evening I walked through the kitchen and noticed the
unopened box still sitting on the counter.
I mentioned to Cooper that he’d forgotten to eat his snack. “Well, about that . . . “ And there is was. It all tumbled out of that big heart of his
and laid there in a beautiful heap at my feet: “Mommy,
I’m sorry that I didn’t say so, but those aren’t for me. I know I should have told you, and I know we’ve
already spent the money and gotten things for my Secret Snowman, but you see,
there’s this guy in my class, he’s so nice – a really good guy – I don’t know
why, but his Secret Snowman hasn’t gotten him anything. He’s the only one in the class. I know he likes Cheez-Its, and I thought
since you were going to the store anyway . . . “
Just like that, it feels like Christmas.
Let every heart prepare Him room.
Slow down, my sweet friends.
Be careful to notice those dear ones who the Secret Snowman forgot. Take a minute to love them; love
them SO BIG. It doesn’t need to be showy
or glamorous or time-consuming or expensive; sometimes pure, sweet, beautiful
love looks just like a box of Cheez-Its.
I love you all,
Amy