The idea of meaningful gifts has been on my mind and in my heart for
a good long while. December 13, 2015, I shared a talk about the subject when I was guest speaker at Pilgrim Congregational Church. As usual, none of my pre-thinking did anything to inoculate me from enough tears to
sink a battleship over the exchange of v-e-r-y meaningful gifts with family on Christmas
day.
I love that our daughter and her kids draw names and make
hand-crafted gifts. Witnessing this exchange has been such a joy in the past, last Christmas we decided to get in on
the fun this year. A few of the truly remarkable gifts from this year included: arm-knitted infinity scarfs; a
metal American flag; personalized bulletin board; a kitchen herb garden; colorful crayon
art; and a year of monthly snacks!
For six-weeks this past summer I attended Write2TheEnd focused on learning self-publishing skills. I was combining skill development with the creation of my gift for grandson, Bradley—a book
of memories!
Beyond my wildest imagination, Bradley was at the same time creating an audio of words
of love and affirmation from family and friends he put over special relaxation music,
including some by my dear friend Pamela Chappell.
I loved each contribution, and I love every one of you who helped make this very meaningful gift. I hope you will enjoy Grandson Adam's words (based on the second "M" in G-A-M-M-I-E):
My Gammie, My Grandmother, My Hero, My Role Model, My Go-To, My Advice Giver, My Friend, My Family, My Guardian, My Laughter, My Fat Camp Instructor, My World Traveler, My Picture Taker, My Massage Therapist, My Healing Touch, My Counselor, My Helping Hand, My Sous Chef, My Cinnamon Toast Maker, My Supporter, My Biggest Fan, My Moon, My Red Balloon, My Minister, My Mentor, My Author, My One and Only Gammie.
OK, I admit I cried so hard my eyes hurt as I opened my heart and let the love flow in. Fortunately, we recognize
how cathartic tears can be.Thank you, everyone, for giving and receiving truly meaningful
gifts!
(You might appreciate knowing Bradley and I giving these gifts to one another this year was a total "God-thing." I did not draw Brad's name, nor did he draw mine! We each ended up with the others name because two other family members initiated a trade. The resulting in our having this magical opportunity to express our deepest love for one another.)
