And he has.
Not every day, but always when I least expect it. And each time it just leaves me with a sense of awe at the wonderful heart that lays inside of this special boy.
The first were little seeds dropped from trees in the school play yard. Next were seeds saved from cutting apples at school. And after that, little seeds from a sorting job at school. And after that, seeds from a watermelon slice that he ate in the backyard. With each of these treasures, he shyly pulled them out of his pocket, showed them to me, beamed at my response and then asked to plant them in our garden. We planted every single one.
He has also found "beautiful" rocks and pebbles and has carefully saved each one in his pocket and shyly shown each one to me at some point during the day. I just love those moments--when a personal treasure of his is revealed like a precious secret. To be allowed into his world is amazing and so special.
But my all time favorite was yesterday when Alexander called to me in the middle of the night to ask that I not wash his pants. He said he had placed a woodchip in his pocket because it was shaped like a heart.
I just loved that. I love that he notices such small things in this world that others overlook and that he found a treasure and beauty in a woodscrap.
I hope he always values the little things and makes life a pocket full of treasures.