"Our homes, imperfect as they are, must be a haven from the chaos outside. They should be a reflection of our eternal home, where troubled souls find peace, weary hearts find rest, hungry bodies find refreshment, lonely pilgrims find communion, and wounded spirits find compassion.”
~ Jani Ortlund

Saturday, October 20, 2012

A Gift From My Son

Kyle very proudly brought me something held behind his back this afternoon.

He told me, "guess what it is."  

I said something silly like "a pickle" since that usually gets a funny response from him.

He said "Mom....."  Then brought it out.

The most beautiful leaves from one of my Red Sunset maples, that are now beginning to turn.

I said "Oh, Kyle!  They're beautiful!  They're my favorite!"  

He said "I know!  I got them from one of the trees in the front. And I did it like this," he added, pointing to his feet with only socks on.

I grinned, and expressed my thanks.

He grinned and went away pleased with himself.

I wasn't about to complain about him going out without his shoes on such a rainy day.  No way. 

I love that boy.  He melts my heart.


Cheryl said...

So very very sweet! Love that Kyle!

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Becky K. said...

I can see it. That happy smile and dancing eyes. Heart melter, that kid.

Vee said...

Love this story on so many levels.

jAne said...

the sweetest of gifts to a worthy recipient. :o) precious.

Simplicity and Grace said...

Awww.....so *precious* and *thoughtful*. :o)

Carol OurSearsKitHome said...

What a sweet boy! A delightful age.

Faythe Fukumoto said...

Ahh what a sweetheart...