Letters make the best Christmas presents.
Especially when they are from your 24 year old son who is making his way in the world. He shares a 1920's house in historical Flamingo Park, West Palm Beach, is finishing his engineering degree, has a catch of a girl friend and loves Jesus. He's got the whole package. The world on a string. He's lassoed the moon!
What more could a mother ask for? What else would be on her Christmas wish list?
Absolutely nothing. But I got it anyway!
It wasn't the handkerchief or Stephen Sondheim New York City musical tickets gifted me that made my Chrsitmas morning. It was the note in a little red envelope that brought the holiday glow everyone longs for. The "this is what Christmas is all about" revelation amongst twinkling lights, candles and shiny wrapping paper.
It read like this:
Mom,
The more people I meet and know, the more thankful I am for you. Thank you for being so loving and caring. I don't know how you did it. People always assume that as a middle child of five siblings that I might have been neglected. But never once have I felt so.
I love your adventurous spirit and your appreciation of the little things. Thank you for being the best mom ever.
Love,
B...
Merry Christmas to me!
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