Sunday, June 5, 2011
The Best Gift Ever
I had a birthday recently. Uh, yes. Another one.
I had a very fun weekend with friends. But I always tell people – don’t get me presents. I know this is shocking and not at all in keeping with my greedy needy personality. Here’s “Why”:
1) I don’t need another scented candle.
2) I do love chocolates, but they make me fat…uh, fatter.
3) If you give me a gift, then I have to write a thank you note. It’s the law.
I don’t want to write a thank you note. I would rather you just hang out with me. (Cuz I AM fabulous company.)
4) I have enough stuff. I really do. So unless you can help offset my giant house payment on my upside down house . . .
5) For my 50th BD, I asked people to donate to my favorite charity. No one did.
So enough already. I’m old, I’m set, I don’t need more stuff.
Until I received the BEST GIFT EVER from my former Nanny.
A nice white box comes. I’m sure it is for my daughters. But I open it anyway. Cuz I’m the Mom and I can.
But, what is this? Do I see a single roll of double ply Northern Toilet Paper? Why, that is my favorite! And I do have a defining Life Philosophy which says: You can never have too much Toilet Paper stockpiled in Case of Emergency.
And underneath that? A bag of Cheetos?
I peruse the rest of the box with Orange Tipped Fingers.
Pop Tarts. Check.
Rosarita No-Fat Refried Beans. A staple for any healthy eating plan.
And underneath that? The special orange slice candies. With the word “Enjoy” written all over the container.
All wrapped up with a Loving Card.
Now THAT’s a great Birthday Gift.
There’s a gift that keeps on giving. (I’m referencing the toilet paper here, not the Cheetos. They are long gone.)
That was a present that made me feel seen, known and loved.
That’s better than a scented candle any day.
And I didn’t have to write her a Thank You note.
Just an email that told her I loved her and I missed her, cuz she really knew what mattered to me.