I thought I grew out of the flags and the happy - clappy Jesus - is - my - boyfriend songs, that I was too wise and smart for such
sentimental things but in my maturity now I want to shout out hallelujah and fling myself to the ground prostrate, in gratitude for dirt and little boys, for
babies and the lines around my eyes, for Johnny Cash and pine trees at dusk, for the taste of cold water and the vineyard, for the piano and the ones from among us who stand to lead us out into the day singing.
We tend to go a tad overboard with gifting for
baby Cash, but I always try to find the best deals on materialistic
things, and splurge on longer - term and
sentimental gifts while he's at this age.