I was driving Sarah home from her gymnastics Christmas party last night. As we were pulling into the driveway, someone pulled into the neighbors' driveway to drop off a neighbor kid. There is a constant stream of people in and out of there, picking up and dropping off their kids, because the parents both work. Their kids have the best of everything: expensive name brand clothes and the latest toys and electronics. Sarah noticed and said, "I'm glad to have this time with you. I'd rather have more time with you than have the nicest stuff." I was shocked to hear her say it, and it meant a lot to me.
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