Sat down on day 8 with my two year old niece and helped her make a card for her mom out of Red and Green construction paper. We cut out a red paper heart, and a green Christmas tree to glue on the back. Then I held her little hand to steady the pen as we wrote the to and from. I watched her adorable little cheeks full of concentration and her little tongue sticking out of her mouth as she tried to draw her mommy and then some presents under the tree. Periodiocally she would look at me with exasperation and say " help help!" . We completed the project and she hid it in a cabinet for her mommy. When Her mom came home an hour later from work, my niece ran to get the card and raced to her mom waving it in the air " mama mamama!" she yelled and jumped in her mom's arms to give her a hug. My sister had had a terrible day at work, so it really blessed her to come home to that kind of greeting. I watched silently and just smiled. While my sister spent time with my niece, I cleaned Kylah's room which desperately needed it. Later on that night I gave my sister a foot massage. The feeling you get from giving is a reward in and of itself.