I have a new birdhouse. I've collected them over the years and as they sat outside they've aged, faded or just fallen apart. So I don't have as many as I used to. But I have one now that will be cherished inside never to see the light of day. It's hung in the doorway between my dining room and kitchen and it's special because my oldest grandson, Pearce, gave it to me for Christmas.
It's not a store-bought birdhouse nor is it homemade. Pearce's Dad took him to a garage sale and Pearce, using his own money, shopped very carefully for his Mom and me and then presented each of our presents in gift bags. When I look at that birdhouse, it makes me feel warm, comfortable, loved and gives me good thoughts.
His Mom had a truly emotional reaction when she opened her carefully chosen gift from the garage sale - it was a unicorn. She hasn't collected unicorns in some time, but I'll bet this unicorn will never be tucked away in a drawer. That is, until Pearce gets old enough to beg her to "let it go, Mom". You see, she had the exact same unicorn when she was a child and couldn't believe what the chances were of getting that very one from Pearce (so carefully chosen). He is only 10 but he listens and observes well and I believe he must have been so satisfied with his discoveries and then giving them.
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Man, those kids know how to make me cry (or as we say in the house o' boys; those boys really know how to make mascara get in my eyes). They know us, don't they? I don't remember knowing you that well at 8 and 10. They pay more attention than I did at that age. Did Pearce see the birdhouse when we were there last weekend?
Touching story. Best kind of gift.
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