While I was out Jared knocked over this shell by accident and broke it into pieces. It is a special shell that Allen and I brought home from our trip to a private island a few years back. It was big and all in one piece and reminded us of one of our favorite trips together. Allen said that when it happened Jared fell to pieces, crying and crying. Allen comforted him and said I wouldn't be mad. I came home and saw the pieces and Jared came and explained what happened. As he was talking and choking back tears I felt my own come to the surface. Was it wrong that I was touched that he felt so bad? We hugged and I told him that I loved him a lot more than some shell. Later that night I found this note tucked half way under my pillow. So sweet. Maybe I am doing something right with these kids.
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Awww. Kudos to you for not getting mad. I love notes found on my pillow.
Ahhhh. The heart of a child. Me, too, Lori. I have saved many of my notes.
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