I love giving gifts. I love thinking about the person and the gift, picking it out or (and especially) making it, wrapping it, and watching people as they open it. I believe taking the time to give a gift is time best spent. And the ability to give good gifts–now that is a talent.
I personally have been the recipient of many good gifts in my life.
Here are 5 of the Best:
1. The angel broach my dad sent to me for Christmas when I was on my mission.
Usually dad lets mom do the shopping and he just signs the card. But on this particular occasion, when I was so far from home, he went to one of my favorite artisan shops (by himself), picked out this particular piece of handmade jewelry (by himself), wrapped it (by himself), and mailed it (by himself) separate from all the other presents that came from home that year. It meant the world.
2. My great-grandmother’s silver dessert set, given to me by my grandmother. A lovely antique and family heirloom. It doesn’t get much better than that.
3. The surprise birthday party Frit threw for my 30th birthday. SO many people I adore came. Most often, the best gift is time, and on that particular night I was overwhelmed that that many people would come to spend time with me and celebrate my life.
4. My Sunday School teacher in middle school, Judy Safay, gave me a journal filled with letters of love from the members of our congregation. As a young and unsure 14-year-old, it was impossible to then doubt how much I was cared for after receiving that gift. I still have that journal. And I still read it. And I remember all the people who helped me become who I am today.
5. I can’t choose! … there’s the silver necklace my Primary teacher at Church gave me when I graduated into the Young Women program. The engraved napkin rings from my mom that she and dad received at their wedding. The handpainted ceramic plate Kaycie made for me when she was 10. The clay turtle Cooper made for me. The little gold necklace from my first “boyfriend” in 4th grade. The bottle-cap earings my dad gave me in 4th grade (the only other gift he’s picked out himself). The birthday card Karly gave me one year–it was particularly funny, but oh-so-sweet. My first set of scriptures when I turned 8. It’s a toss up.
All I know is that the best gifts are often not elaborate or expensive. Sometimes they may not even even have much meaning. But they’re special because they hold a memory and were given with love and time and thought.
Do you have a favorite gift? Do tell.