“What was your favorite part of the day?” she ask as the lights went out and sleep tugged at my eye lids.

“I enjoyed the whole day. What about you?”
“The present.”

“The present?”

“Yes, not the past or the future, the present is my favorite. Right now.” She was quiet for a few seconds and then giggled… “The present of the present…”

From the mouths of babes… the present is a gift.