I love giving and unequivocally believe that it trumps (poor innocent word now forever gives pause before use) receiving. And to take it one step further, finding presents for my friends takes the fruitcake. And then in the midst of coffee at the diner and tissue and wrapping paper, bows and gift bags, you yourself unwrap the perfect gift from them to you. And, of course, it’s not about the price of the item but the value in the pure, beautiful fact that they really, really know you. And that is the gift that truly keeps on giving.
I hope to spend the rest of my life knowing them in the same way. And to be lucky and blessed to continue to receive the same. That’s when it feels like Christmas everyday.
