Traci S. Sanders
During the holidays, a sense of nostalgia always washes over me. That’s when I open The Box. It’s not a gift anyone else would want. Full of scraps, scribbles, receipts, ticket stubs, even plastic toys that could only come from a gumball machine, it puts a smile on my face every time. “Remember this?” I say to my children who inevitably laugh and say, “Let me see that.” It’s a moment wrapped in a memory. These are my favorite gifts to share.
So, after the big presents are opened, and the boxes strewn to the side, keep one. And inside, fill it with all those things that will, someday, put a smile on your child’s face because it’s the little things that really matter when they come from those who matter the most.