My dear grandchildren,
One day, when you’re old enough to ask questions about where you come from and why certain traditions matter, I want you to know this.
I grew up believing in Los Reyes Magos. I believed in the journey, the waiting, the wonder. I believed that good things sometimes came later—not because they were forgotten, but because they were worth anticipating.
As your grandfather, I didn’t do everything perfectly. There are traditions I didn’t pass down the way I wish I had. Not because I didn’t care—but because I was learning too. Life has a way of teaching us in stages. And “every experience teaches you something if you pay attention.”
What I did want you to know—what mattered most to me—was Jesus. His birth. His meaning. His love. That was always the center. And even when I missed some details along the way, “mistakes don’t define you—your response does.”
If I could give you anything now, it wouldn’t be toys or traditions alone. It would be perspective. The understanding that “if things aren’t okay yet, the story isn’t finished.” That faith is not rushed. That purpose unfolds. That the journey itself shapes you.
I hope to share Los Reyes Magos with you—not as pressure, not as rules—but as a story. A reminder that wise men once traveled far, trusted deeply, and followed the light they were given. And that sometimes, the greatest gifts arrive not on time—but right on time.
Remember this: “You don’t need all the answers to begin.” You only need a direction and a heart willing to follow it.
My hope is that you grow curious, kind, grounded, and brave. That you learn when to wait and when to move. That you understand “you are stronger than the challenges you face.”
And most of all, that you know this:
You are deeply loved.
You are never late to become who God is shaping you to be.
And the journey is always worth it.
With love,
Grandpa
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