Magic Pillow
南茜·B.吉布斯 / Nancy B.Gibbs
Valentine’s Day had arrived and like other day of the year， I was very busy.
My romantic husband， Roy， planned a date like we had never had before. A reservation at an expensive restaurant was made. A beautifully wrapped present had been sitting on my dresser for a few days prior to the heart-filled holiday.
After a hard day at work， I hurried home， ran into the house and jumped into the shower. When my sweetheart arrived， I was dressed in my finest outfit and ready to go. He hugged me， just as the sitter arrived. We were both excited.
Unfortunately， the littlest member in our household wasn’t so happy.
“Daddy， you were going to take me to buy Mamma a present，” Becky， my eight-year-old daughter said， as she sadly walked over to the couch and sat down beside the babysitter.
Roy looked at his watch and realized that if we were to make our reservations， we had to leave right away. He didn’t even have a few minutes to take her to the corner drugstore to buy a heart-shaped box of chocolate candy.
“I’m sorry， I was late getting home， honey，” he said.
“That’s OK，” Becky replied. “I understand.”
The entire evening was bittersweet. I couldn’t help being concerned about the disappointment in Becky’s eyes. I remembered how the joyful Valentine’s Day glow had left her face， just before the door closed behind us. She wanted me to know how much she loved me. She didn’t realize it， but I already knew it very well.
Today， I can’t remember what was wrapped in that beautiful box， which I swooned over for several days， but I’ll never forget the special gift， which I received when we arrived back home.
Becky was asleep on the couch， clutching a box， which was sitting on her lap. When I kissed her cheek， she awoke. “I’ve got something for you， Mamma，” she said， as a giant smile covered her tiny face.