I was flipping through a catalogue this evening with J next to me. He caught sight of a diamond ring on one of the pages, pointed to it, and exclaimed, "That's it, Mom! I want to buy that for your birthday next time."
Pause.
Then he continues in a woeful tone, shaking his head, "But I don't know how to get it."
When will he know that he, and his sweet generous heart, is the gift for me?
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