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Sweet Moment

So, I'm not sure if you remember the picture from Friday of Dax and me and our dogs.  Well, Dax came home from school on Friday and immediately told me that he wanted to take that picture.  Okay.  I didn't ask why, we just did it.  End of back story.

So, Monday morning he was getting dressed for school and was kind of getting dressed up (jeans instead of sweats) and he was taking very special care with the way his jeans went over his snow books and the way his hair looked--which is very abnormal.  I asked him what was going on (without trying to make a big deal of the new personal attention) and he told me that he had show and tell.  (He doesn't really like doing show and tell because he doesn't like being in front of the class and talking--surprisingly.)

I asked him what the show and tell theme was for the week and he said that it was what you are thankful for.  Then I asked what he was bringing and he said his Bible and that picture we took on Friday with the dogs.  (Of course, Hays mocked him and said, "Oh, I thought you'd just bring mom!")

Then out of the blue and in the most sincere little voice he said, "Mom, thank so much for taking that picture right when I asked that day."  And that was it.  It was a sweet moment, but it was also a little wake up call because how often do I put off simple things they ask me to do because I'm "too busy" or whatever?

Comments

Kara said…
That melts my heart and will make me make a more conscious effort for things like that with my son. Your family is so sweet!
MarytheKay said…
Oh, this story made me get all teary this morning! So sweet--and what a great reminder!
Jessica said…
this is the sweetest story... I miss that kid! and the rest of your bunch!

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