This is from a couple of years ago, I was in Memphis with my oldest son for one of his many soccer tournaments.  During our trip, he told me he forgot to bring some white t-shirts (which he sometimes wears under his jersey) so I went to a Dollar Store and bought him a pack.  Little did I know I was buying my own gift, but that didn't matter after what he did.  At the end of the tournament finals....he comes running toward the stands where all the parents were sitting and he pulled off his jersey and had this on underneath.  Yep, I cried like a baby.  It's those little things that mean the most.