He gave me his heart

This afternoon Nick gave me a little rock that he found outside at school. I was like "oh good, thanks, that's so nice" but I really didn't give it a second thought. Then tonight before he went to bed, he told me about the rock. Turns out a girl in his class pointed it out and he picked it up, put it in his pocket and then once he was back in class he took it out and carved on it with his scissors to make it more of a heart shape. As he told me this, the lightbulb went off and I finally got it -- from the time he got that rock he was thinking about carving it into a heart to give to me. To...ME! Of course on the outside I'm all cool and thanking him for it and telling him how sweet he is, while on the inside I'm bawling because even when he's at school and playing with his friends he still thinks of his momma.

So then I go and tell Bob about it and show him the rock. He's all "you're never getting rid of this are you?" And I'm like "oh heck no, I'm keeping this forever." It's tucked away in my jewelry box and as far as I'm concerned it's now a family heirloom. And I'm thinking that yeah, one day he'll meet some sweet little girl and he'll put a rock on her finger, but I bet it won't be one that he hand-carved with a pair of blunt-tipped scissors.