Why I LOVE My Mom.
by Sean Croxton
I love my Mom.
If I listed all the reasons why I so immensely adore her, this postl would get pretty darn long.
But the short story I’d like to share with you today is a testament to why she’s my favorite person in the whole wide world.
Last year, Mom was especially excited about her Christmas gift for me. In fact, she bought it early in the year and had to restrain herself from giving it to me before the holiday.
When the time came to gather around the tree and open up our presents, she watched intently as I unwrapped this “extra special” gift.
I opened the tin case and found a beautiful, gold watch.
But this wasn’t your ordinary watch.
This watch had no hands. No numbers. No hours. No seconds. Nothing. Just a gold face.
At first I didn’t get it. How am supposed to tell time with this, Mom?
Then she asked me to read the back of the case. Here’s what it said…