I'd like to recount you a story. It occurred tonight.
We got mail, from my father-in-law. Inside were 2 gift cards, one for the birth of our son (the Turtle, which happened 15 months ago) and the other one for Christmas for the two kids. It was for $100 at Walmart, and that meant they each had $50 to spend.
We finished dinner quickly tonight, I'm not sure how, with my two. Both could be in the title run for world's slowest eater. We decided to go to Walmart so the Toad (she's 4) could pick out something for herself.
On the way over, she was talking about how we had to take our donations over to Toy Mountain. My wife mentioned that Toy Mountain was looking for toys for 7-9 year-olds at the moment.
We walked up and down aisles, throughout the entire toy section at Walmart. The Toad knew she had $50 that she could buy herself something with. She picked out 3 things and handed the gift card to the cashier with pride. She bought bubble bath, Silly Bands and Meccano.
Bubble bath for the Turtle.
Silly Bands for herself.
And the Meccano. It was for Toy Mountain. Because it had an '8+' on the side. And Toy Mountain needed toys for 7-9 year-olds.
I knew my daughter was a giving person, but I never really knew how much. It makes me so proud of her, and it brought a tear to my eye.
Toad, someday, I hope you'll read this and know how much this meant to me.