From another Ann Voskamp post:
“Last week she called four-year-old J. to come with his journal and she’d record more of his gifts for him. They sit down. She looks across the table at this little man.
“So, what are you thankful for today?” Teren asks J.
“I’m thankful that it’s not my birthday,” says J.
My eyebrows shoot high. Really?
“That’s exactly what I did when he said that,” Teren laughs, gorgeous sky. “So I clarified, ‘You don’t like birthdays, J?’” And J says, “I love birthdays. And I haven’t had one in a long time.”
Then why would he…. ?
Teren leans across the table to me and directly lays the little boy’s words into my hands.
“I’m saying thanks anyway.”
Lightning strikes. I break. Emotion brims, falls, rain watering hard ground in May.
I whisper repeat, “But I am saying thanks anyway.” And Teren nods, this liquid mix of tears and beautiful smile.