When I was a kid, every Christmas my mother would buy me some sort of Lego toy. Every single Christmas. The first time this didn't happen was three years ago and my brother and I pointed it out and she was kind of sad and she made up some excuse, drove to a store, and bought us both Lego toys. Granted, I was 18 at the time, I think I could have done without it, but it's the tradition!

Anyway, the year after that, we didn't get Lego and there was no fuss about it. Same with last year.

I told this story to my girlfriend, Sian, last year when I didn't get any. I pretended to make a big deal about it and then went on believing that was the end of the Lego tradition.

This past Christmas, I shared my Christmas with Sian. We exchanged gifts Christmas Eve, sitting on my bed. The first gift Sian gave me was a tiny rectangle that was really light. I had no idea what it was...

I unwrapped it to find Lego blocks. A nice stack of Lego blocks. Honestly, the cutest thing ever.

So, these are those blocks arranged to look like a heart.



Sian helped me with the editing.