As I'm sitting here at the computer trying to find some last minute on line Christmas specials, Gwenny comes running to me with her usual bouncy gait. Wearing a broad smile, she enthusiastically exclaims "Yook, Mommy!" (look, Mommy) so I look up to see her approach with some tiny item grasped tightly between her forefinger and thumb.
What could it be this time? Gwen is unusually interested in small things; minuscule specks of play-dough rolled into the smallest ball imaginable, a seed from our garden*, itsy bitsy scraps of newsprint bearing the imprint of a single letter or maybe a coveted sliver of her very own fingernail. She seems to treasure her collection of tiny items and I can't help but admire her for her ability to draw pleasure from the smallest and most simple of things. Tonight I'm feeling especially blessed since it seems she wants to share with me! I reach out my hand to tenderly cradle the small treasure she so lovingly offers and, as she places it atop my upturned palm and says "I fie booghee in my noe", my brain works to interpret her words as my eyes try to figure out what the heck I'm holding. Then the translation dawns on me: "I find booger in my nose".
Merry Christmas to all. Remember: It's not the gift that matters. It really is the thought that counts most.
*pictured above, Gwen is holding a tiny seed.