love language
Gifts are my Love Language, which I hate to admit. It makes me sound materialistic and greedy. But for me, it is more about the thought and the effort than the price tag.
Little Girl Lost
One of the sweetest gifts I ever received was this doll (pictured.) I had one when I was a little girl and it was lost when we moved from my Dad’s house, after the divorce. It represented so much to me–a loss of innocence, the definition of beauty and worth and the loss of my family. My best friend, Robin, had one just like it.
Robin and I grew up together in our small town. We’ve been friends since kindergarten, we were college room mates and we are still best friends.
I lost the doll when I was eight. Years passed and I still thought about the doll, even looking on ebay.
When I was newly married and visiting my hometown, Robin saw my car in my Mom’s driveway. She flew in the drive and said, “I have something for you!”
She had found the doll in a box at a garage sale. She was naked and $1 was written on her leg with a Sharpie marker. But she was the same doll I had lost so many years ago.
Every time I see this doll I am reminded of how much my friend cared. I hadn’t mentioned the doll in over ten years but she saw it and thought of me.
Priceless Gifts
The price of the gift is never the issue.
- My Mom made my two sisters and me a scrapbook of our Christmas pictures. She wrote memories on every page.
- My college room mate, Anna, sends me a pumpkin related gift every October. We have been swamping pumpkin items for almost 20 years now.
- My husband has been known to drive 45 minutes to bring me orange Tic Tacs–just to say “I love you.”
- My Ohio friends add a household product to each of our birthday and Christmas gifts. One year it was Lem-Shine, another year it was a dusting product. These are items we would never splurge on for ourselves.
It is truly the thought that counts.
What gift have you received that spoke directly to your heart?
Tomorrow’s post is on Hedgehogs.