My name is Lyle and I am 3 years old. Sometimes I feel really sad when my Mommy goes to work, and I've been having a hard time saying good-bye lately. Today she gave me something that helped me: this heart. She gave it kisses and hugs and filled it with love and then gave it to me to hold during the day when I was missing her. I held it all day long - it sat next to me when I ate meals, and I napped with it under my pillow. Even when Mommy came home from work, I didn't want to put my special heart down - although I do love the container and like to put my heart in and take it back out often. I told Mommy that it's very pretty, and I especially love the flecks deep inside the glass. Mommy says that's her special love for me in there.

I will keep this heart just as long as I need it, maybe forever. But if I'm ready someday, I'll pass it along to someone else who needs it as much as I do right now.