In my weekly call with the babies yesterday, Boston said, "Can you make it by tomorrow night?" I asked, "What do you mean, Baby? Can I make what?" He repeated, "Can you make it by tomorrow night?" Suddenly it hit me. I said, "Boston, do you mean can I get there by tomorrow night?" He replied, "Yes."
Stab me in my heart! "Oh Boston, I can't. It would cost me a thousand dollars to come for Christmas." I know there's no difference between twenty dollars and a thousand dollars in his little life, but I suddenly realized this will be the first Christmas in his life I haven't been right there, oohing and aahing over all his gifts.
I'm so sorry, Bean. I'll be there next year.
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