It’s only a keychain. Five little blocks held together by a shoelace. My daughter gave it to me years ago when she was seven. Today the lace is frayed and the blocks are chipped, but they spell a message that never grows old: “I ♥ DAD.”The most precious gifts are determined not by what went into them, but by who they…
Source: The Gift and the Giver | Our Daily Bread
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