Present

I love when you get all snuggled up in bed, wrap your cozy blankets around you, and lay your head on your pillow, only to discover someone left you a present. Not just any present, but one of their favorite toys at the moment. Poor Harold the Helicopter has been left outside in the rain, dragged through puddles, and just plain beaten up on. He was tucked inside my pillowcase by a special little man with a twinkle in his eye and mischievous grin. Just thinking about his little hand and the helicopter plan makes my heart melt.