When we were living at the pink house Alec would always use a little shovel that Nanny had from when Erik was little. Erik loved that little red shovel. Alec loved that little red shovel more.
And I mean Alec LOVED that little shovel. When we moved out Alec wanted to take it with him but Nanny wouldn’t let him because it is easier for her to use with her arthritis. He was sad but understanding. I think she felt bad that she couldn’t give it to him.
The other day Alec and I had been out and about doing some errands. We walked back into the house and what did he spy in an instant? His new, very own, little red shovel. She apparently had seen one while she was out shopping and just had to buy it for him. Erik’s dad (Grand-pooh-pa) delivered it while we were out. I would rate his reaction with the equivalent of me winning money. Oh the joy and rapture. (I do love money).
Happiness is…a little red shovel.