The innocence of a child

The other day a friend dropped by some Christmas gifts for the girls and Emily was very excited to open hers. When she ripped open the wrapping she found a box of Ritz Crackers. She was so thrilled. "Crackers, oh I love crackers!", she said. Her face was all aglow at the thought that someone gave her crackers for a gift. Of course, the cracker box was just the housing for her real gift which was markers and a diary (which she also LOVED). I was just so blessed by that moment. How many times have I opened a gift desiring something of value when my heart should be just as my daughter's was that day?