The most delicious memories happen during the holidays. 1 them are my little girls at the church play, the moment they got their first angel wings, or New Year's snowmen with bright scarves. 2 there is one memory that is a little bittersweet. This story 3 to mind a colorful candy dish and a very little boy. The occasion was sometime between Christmas and New Year when a few candies in a dish 4 dull December day.
Wrapped against the cold, my then 3-year-old grandson, Justin, and I had dashed from the 5 of my parked car into the building where I had a few work-related tasks to 6. A secretary 7 us as we brushed the snow from our clothes. Then, I 8 myself seeing to the business that had brought us there. But while my grandson's hand remained in mine, his 9 moved to the candy dish sitting nearby.
As we turned to leave, the 10 woman behind the desk asked the question all children wait to hear.
"Honey," she said, looking at Justin. "Would you like a candy?"
The boy looked up 11, his eyes meeting mine. After a slight 12 from me he hurried over to the candy dish. Without hesitation, his little hands grabbed one – and only one – and then he began to 13 his way back to me.
"Justin!" I said from the doorway, a little loudly as I realized 14 had been forgotten. "15 do you say?"
The little boy returned to the candy dish.
"Get 16 one, too!"
I laughed. The secretary laughed. And 17 little Justin innocently (天真地) laughed at the fun we were having.
But in that moment, I saw something about Justin that remained long after the 18 of the candy had disappeared. My grandchild was already a person with a lot of 19 in his heart.
In the years since, I've enjoyed a laugh or two thinking back on that moment. Really, what could be 20?
