One afternoon, Ty and I began discussing the prominent dimple on his left cheek.  He asked, "Why doesn't everyone have a dimple like me?  I explained that God gives each of us something that makes us special—unique from everyone else.  Just then Wil popped into the bathroom and asked, "What special gift did God give me, Mommy?"  I thought to myself, YOU, Wil—are the gift, but I knew he was looking for something he could see or touch. So, I pointed to the freckles across his nose and explained that God had placed each one there with his own hand.  His face lit up as he peered into the mirror, examining each and every brown dot. As my sons stood there, tracing their faces with their fingers, I looked at them and smiled.  My gifts from God sweetly smiled back.