When Ethan was five years old, he gave me a crumpled napkin that I assumed he wanted me to throw away.
I laughed and told him to throw it out.
He insisted that I open it that it was "a gift," he said.
I did and saw this inside.
"It's my love!" he said with a big smile.
And afterwards I realized that I nearly missed it in my haste to toss out what I thought was trash.
Sometimes we need to slowdown and enjoy these precious moments.
