Yesterday, my dad gave each of the kids a few teddy grahams and then asked them if he should have a few teddy grahams, too.
Kyle had been so hungry that he had immediately snarfed down his crackers. But when his Gamps asked about eating teddy grahams, Kyle misunderstood the question. Without saying a word, the hungry boy stopped, spit out the last partially chewed teddy graham and longingly handed it to my dad.
That's love.
1 comment:
don't you just love those magical times. it's the paycheck for a parent when you see your kids show genuine kindness.
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