WE’RE ALL PRESENTS
During the Christmas season when our daughter was three years old, the number of presents under the tree slowly increased as The Day approached. Caught up in the spirit and excitement of gifts and giving as only three-year-olds can be, one morning she was picking up, examining, shaking, and guessing what was inside of every package. Then, in a burst of inspiration, she picked up a big red bow that had fallen off one present and held it on top of her head. She looked up at me with twinkling eyes and beamed a smile as bright as the Star as she said, “Look at me, Daddy! I’m a present!” Her words were more true than…
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