Yes, I realize I'm about a week behind on this thing (Argh!). In my defense, I was on vacation (that counts as an excuse, right?) So...here goes...Better late than never.
Day 62.
Ugh...my brain feels like mashed potatoes, and thinking back to what I was thankful for last Thursday...is proving to be a little challenging ;) Hmmmm.....(jeopardy music plays)...uh....Day 62...Hmmmm....
Gifts. Bam! I'm thankful for gifts. No...I'm not that shallow. I'm not as thankful for the actual gift as I am for the thought behind it. That's what warms my heart. Knowing that for two seconds, the thought of me crossed someone else's mind. The idea that for one second, there was nothing more important than that thought, and the ultimate decision that my smile was worth the price paid. Does that sound arrogant? It's not supposed to.
Ha - Cut me some slack here people -- I'm sleepy...and my eyelids feel like they're weighed down by the Mardi Gras beads that draped my shoulders some 48 hours ago. Hopefully, my wizardry of the written language will provide a slightly more profound (and slightly less shallow) explanation of my intentions (lots of big words for someone who's so sleepy).
Well, we can only hope. Because hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul (good poem...well worth the read). My, how easily I'm sidetracked.
::ahem:: Back to business.
I got two gifts on Thursday. To say they illicited the same reaction would be a lie. Those two gifts couldn't have been any further apart in value, or substance...but they both accomplished the same task...they made my heart smile.
That's a beautiful thing.
So what are these two gifts you ask?
Brace yourself.
A cookie and a diamond pendant.
I know...right?
To say that the cookie is of the same caliber as the diamond...trivializes the diamond. To say that the diamond is the better present just because it's a diamond...cuts the cookie short.
Because fact of the matter is...for one brief second (or several, I'm sure...in the case of the jewelry) I was on someone's mind. And that means something to me. It warms my heart. It makes me smile. And...well, makes me feel like I matter. Like I'm special. Like I'm worth the five feet of space (or 5 feet, and 1 and three-quarters inches of space) that I take up.
The cookie was a gift from a co-worker, who wanted to wish me well as I got jammed inside Alice in Wonderland's Rabbit Hole, for a less-than-enjoyable MRI. That gift-giver read my "Ode to Cookies" note, and figured supplying me with a cookie the size of my head (like the one I wrote about), would help take the edge off before a not-so-scary procedure with potentially-scary results. It worked. My face lit up. Mission accomplished.
Later that night, a certain sweetie surprised me with a little beige box. I didn't know what to expect...but knew that a box of about that size was more likely to be jewelry than a dozen dice in a gift box. It took my breath away. It's such an extravagant gift for such a short period of time...and it extended the perma-grin I've been enjoying, say...for the past month or so. Because a diamond isn't just a diamond...it's a piece of his heart...and what more could a girl want?
Not a whole lot.
That's what.
Day 62.
Ugh...my brain feels like mashed potatoes, and thinking back to what I was thankful for last Thursday...is proving to be a little challenging ;) Hmmmm.....(jeopardy music plays)...uh....Day 62...Hmmmm....
Gifts. Bam! I'm thankful for gifts. No...I'm not that shallow. I'm not as thankful for the actual gift as I am for the thought behind it. That's what warms my heart. Knowing that for two seconds, the thought of me crossed someone else's mind. The idea that for one second, there was nothing more important than that thought, and the ultimate decision that my smile was worth the price paid. Does that sound arrogant? It's not supposed to.
Ha - Cut me some slack here people -- I'm sleepy...and my eyelids feel like they're weighed down by the Mardi Gras beads that draped my shoulders some 48 hours ago. Hopefully, my wizardry of the written language will provide a slightly more profound (and slightly less shallow) explanation of my intentions (lots of big words for someone who's so sleepy).
Well, we can only hope. Because hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul (good poem...well worth the read). My, how easily I'm sidetracked.
::ahem:: Back to business.
I got two gifts on Thursday. To say they illicited the same reaction would be a lie. Those two gifts couldn't have been any further apart in value, or substance...but they both accomplished the same task...they made my heart smile.
That's a beautiful thing.
So what are these two gifts you ask?
Brace yourself.
A cookie and a diamond pendant.
I know...right?
To say that the cookie is of the same caliber as the diamond...trivializes the diamond. To say that the diamond is the better present just because it's a diamond...cuts the cookie short.
Because fact of the matter is...for one brief second (or several, I'm sure...in the case of the jewelry) I was on someone's mind. And that means something to me. It warms my heart. It makes me smile. And...well, makes me feel like I matter. Like I'm special. Like I'm worth the five feet of space (or 5 feet, and 1 and three-quarters inches of space) that I take up.
The cookie was a gift from a co-worker, who wanted to wish me well as I got jammed inside Alice in Wonderland's Rabbit Hole, for a less-than-enjoyable MRI. That gift-giver read my "Ode to Cookies" note, and figured supplying me with a cookie the size of my head (like the one I wrote about), would help take the edge off before a not-so-scary procedure with potentially-scary results. It worked. My face lit up. Mission accomplished.
Later that night, a certain sweetie surprised me with a little beige box. I didn't know what to expect...but knew that a box of about that size was more likely to be jewelry than a dozen dice in a gift box. It took my breath away. It's such an extravagant gift for such a short period of time...and it extended the perma-grin I've been enjoying, say...for the past month or so. Because a diamond isn't just a diamond...it's a piece of his heart...and what more could a girl want?
Not a whole lot.
That's what.
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