#53 – Give other people presents on my birthday.

I am typically an awful present giver. I do alright with receiving (spoiled much?) but I always lack creativity, funds, or time to make gift-giving special.

It’s not something I’m proud of.

But this birthday I had an opportunity. A chance to take an area of weakness and give it my best effort. The funds are still low (we’re paying for law school after all) and the amount of free time isn’t significant (but when will it ever be?)… But I do think I got points in the thoughtful/ creative category.

I knew that on the evening of my birthday I would be surrounded by some of my favorite people at the dinner table. So I made a point throughout the week leading up to my birthday to think of small yet thoughtful gifts for each person that would be around me. Some candy for Daddy & Grandaddy. Cutesy fall decorations for Mom and Ooma. Expo markers for Will. (We have a dry erase board in our living room, people! Law school!) And a homemade cd for Fenn.

Small. Almost nothing. But I made special name tags for each, wrapped them all in a bag, and (here’s the kicker) kept a secret for over a week! Haha. All little things, but done with much thought.

And while the gifts weren’t huge and I didn’t/don’t expect any praise or thanks for pulling them together, my heart was full. Little tangible “I love you’s” to six people who show me their love tangibly all year round.

All of the gifts and cake and celebration in my honor was nice, but my favorite part of the day was celebrating THEM. That’s what birthdays should really be about. Not “thank me for being born”, but “thank YOU for making my life so full year after year”.

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