My new friend

Dear Jon:

After I tucked you in bed tonight, you called my name (as you always do) and told me that you have to give me something. “That’s new,” I thought because usually you ask that I give you something—a hug, a fire truck, an engine and three cars, some water, a book (not from this shelf, but from that shelf instead) and so on. “What do you want to give me?” You looked puzzled for a while. I don’t know if you simply forgot what it was—or you didn’t expect me to call your bluff. Then you said, “There, on the floor. I want to give you my space ship. You can put it in bed with you, go vroom once—only once—and it can stay with you all night and it can be your friend.” You are so sweet and caring that sometimes it brings tears to my eyes. These little things matter so much.

Love you so very much,
Mom