Driving home from my parents’ house on Thanksgiving night, Matthew suddenly spoke up from the back seat. Â “Mommy,” he said, “when we get home, I’m going to give you a big, big hug.”
“Oh, that’s so nice, Honey,” I said. Â “Thank you.”
“And a big, big smile,” he added.
He was actually asleep by the time we got home, so I didn’t end up getting either one. Â But it’s the thought that counts … especially when it comes from a four-year-old boy in the backseat, wearing a huge coat over his footed pajamas, beaming at you through the darkness.
