It was one of those evenings - surrounded by people, but feeling a little bit lonely and a little bit sad. In the midst of that, my favourite three year old walked up to me and crawled up into my lap. He just snuggled there for a bit, all curled up, then looked up at me and asked, "Will you sing Jingle Bells wif me?"
Just his little kid voice and me, while conversations continued all around us: Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way...
It was just what my heart needed: a little snuggle, a little song, a little heart hug from a little red-headed boy.
Sometimes it's those little things that make all the difference.