One of the traditional gifts for toddler birthdays in my family has been a ball. Nothing fancy, just a 99 cent ball, the kind you see in big wire bins. What made it a little special, was that I would always put the child's name on it with permanent marker.
Well, Misha got a new ball for Isabella last week and asked me if I would put her name on it. It's nice to see her hanging on to things she remembers from her childhood. Makes me feel that they were special enough to her that she wants to carry them on.
Plus, I get to play with markers.
1 comment:
Aw That is too sweet. It's funny how we don't realize until we grow up how good we really had it. It's the little things in life that mean the most.
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