Love this story by my friend shannyn, she is a beautiful soul! A blessing to us, a truly gifted teacher and light worker. Sx
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My husband made me cry last weekend. He said the loveliest thing that tears sprang to my eyes and streamed down my face.
This story began one Christmas morning about twelve years ago when I gifted my husband and son a box each for Christmas. They were $2 boxes from the discount store, about 20 cm cubed with lids, bright, colourful and empty. Yes, that’s right. They were empty.
My husband, trying to remain polite, looked incredulously at this empty box. His expression conveyed his thoughts – what was the meaning of an empty box? At Christmas?
As I explained to the pair of them the box was a ‘Happy Box’, empty now so they could fill it with happy memorabilia. I too had a box which I filled over the years with photographs, love letters, certificates, news clippings, small hand-made gifts. I…
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