The Brookston Family Blog

Porter has been talking about a present for a few weeks now but we'd been unable to get any more information out of him about it. At school yesterday I was handed a small box wrapped in green tissue paper with stickers on it and tied with string at the top. My father's Day present from Porter, I was told. Micki also told me she would be surprised if it lasted the day without Porter opening it himself because he had been so excited about it for days. So I put it out of sight in his backpack to at least get it home unopened. When Sarah got home from work yesterday, he pulled her into the spare bedroom and got out wrapping paper saying that "we need scissors" and "wrap present." Sarah came to me and asked if I knew anything about a present and I told her about the green box. Porter and Sarah excitedly took the box into the spare bedroom with scissors in hand. They emerged later with the silver package pictured here. About 6:00 a.m. this morning Porter came in to our bedroom with the present and handed it to me. It was so adorable. I managed to avoid that opening but later Porter tried again downstairs. Will we make it to Sunday without opening it? It's looking doubtful. At this point I don't even care what's in the box. I'm so touched by him being this excited about giving me a present that that quite frankly feels like the present itself. What more could I possibly want? It's one of those moments I refer to as "melting," when all my defenses are stripped away and I'm overcome with warm feelings of love and become uncontrollably emotional. It's these moments that make life worthwhile. See, I'm melting again right now as I type this. Damn.



Porter tries to give me the present again this morning.



What could it be?