She is leaning over and whispering to her daddy.
They look over at me and the laughter grows.
"What are you two saying? What is so funny?"
"Oh mom, we can't tell you that just yet. Wait until tomorrow. You will see."
It is a surprise. Her very favorite thing.
Not often very big....but special in all it's smallness.
Love drips off of it.
She can hardly contain all the joy that flows through her, and it comes out in jumps and hops and big, tight hugs.
A smile so big.
Her heart shows through.
And in that moment I understand the truth behind that old saying, it is the thought that counts.
"Do you love it? Do you really really love it?"
"Yes my dear. I love it. And I really really love you."