Nothing inside but love
Self Portrait / With someoneWhen my oldest son was in Kindergarten he came barreling out of school one day with a package held firmly under his arm.
It was obvious by the exesesive amount of tape he had wrapped this box himself .
Eager to play with his friends he rushed past me hurling the gift like he was passing a foot ball.
I heard him utter as he passed by "here Mom, there is nothing inside but love"
Attached to the box was a hand written poem I hate to admit it, but I cannot remember the exact wording. It is the last line that will travel with me through eternity it read, " there is nothing inside but love"
My son is now 23, to me it is like he is l inside that very box, captured in time, frozen, bright eyes, beautiful toothless grin a personal time capsel for only me to open.
I want to tell him.....I am the little girl holding that same box, in my mind and he is inside.
I am speaking the same words he once spoke to me, Here Son, there is nothing inside but love ".
posted by sheryl @ 6:31 PM
4 comments
4 Comments:
This is SO precious. And in these few paragraphs, I learned so much about you! Wonderful.
A heartwarming and touching entry. Your son sounds like a very special young man. ::smile::
Beautiful post!
Sheryl, there are very few moments in a mothers life that are more beautiful then a gift of love from a little son.
This is a beautiful post and I just wish it could be read by hundreds of readers as there is much love in the world if they just take a moment to look.
I am so pleased I took a moment to look at your blog and read this dear post.
may your day be filled with happiness.
Lee-ann
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