On the morning of Z's second birthday we went downstairs to a room of presents. He immediately slam dunked the basketball into the goal and smacked the soccer goal until it shouted, "GOAL!!!" He didn't even notice the wrapped presents on the table until we pointed them out. He opened one that contained Hot Wheels and sat to play cars. After a few minutes we asked him, "Ready to open another one?!" His reply was simple and meaningful, "Not right now. I'm busy."
How many times do we adults want to hop onto the next task or next present without fully appreciating the one right in front of us? Too often.
The presents sat there until after dinner and birthday cake.
I love that grateful little man.