My Dusty-walks are early enough that for many months I need a flashlight to fulfill my pick-up duties. I let some boys use my little one at Daniel's birthday party, and it ended up broken. Ever since, I've had the gargantua version sticking out of my pocket, battery clanking as I walk. Obviously NOT a big deal, but not as nice as before.A few nights ago, my knight handed me a brand new, tiny light. Just because.
Love--it's all about the little things.
I had a similar experience in lending my small flashlight (very like the one in your picture) to a small boy who also broke it. Waahhh. I kept it on my bedside table to help me find my glasses in the dark if I had to get up in the night. I will replace it one of these days. How sweet of Len to get one for you!
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