|Packing a special friend.|
By the way it was "WACKY" night so she was wearing a wacky mask.
"oh no, I forgot the animals," turned and ran back out of the room. She returned a few minutes later with a bag tied up that contained stuffed animals from herself, her mom and her sister.
When she was packing her box last night my daughter heard her gasp as she reached and picked up a stuffed animal. She began to cry. My daughter ran up to her and asked if she was okay, and she said, "this is mine" (she is a quiet girl of few words). Elizabeth asked her if she wanted it back, she said, "No, but it can go in MY box. It will go with MY letter." The little girl was overwhelmed with how personal it made the gift she was sending.
If you remember we divided our fillers by age and sex--there were six boxes this particular animal could have been put into. Also, Elizabeth said this little girl was near the end of the line of girl boxes being packed. But when it was her turn to pick a stuffed animal hers was there to give. I love a good story!