Clearing off my desk, I found some small rolled up pieces of paper that were removed from our Christmas tree: this year's letters to Santa--or prayers?
"I wont a we"
"I wont my babe to git betr" (baby got croup right after big brother had it)
"I wont a doombuge"
"I wont Leyim to git betr" (cousin with Leukemia)
"I wish the orfins can be safe" (he's had a sudden concern for orphans- one day he told me that he wanted to give something to the orphans, like toys or something.)
Another precious moment I don't want to forget: Sometimes I drop my son off at school on my way to work. The first couple of times, as I drove away I happened to glance back to see him blowing me a kiss. I'm so glad I caught them!
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