When our son was six, he decided to get me a Christmas present. He came out of his room one day, all smiles, holding a wrapped box and put it under our tree. "That's for you, Mom," he said, proudly.

On Christmas morning, he ran to the tree and grabbed my gift and brought it to me to open, which I did. Inside was a very pretty brand new purse. I said, "Thank you, sweetheart. I love it." As I continued to look at it, I said, "You know, this looks a lot like a purse I have in my closet but haven't used yet."

"Yes, Mom. It is!" he said happily. "You weren't using it, so I decided to give it to you for Christmas!"

I hugged him and thanked him. It was one of the sweetest and most memorable gift I ever got.