It\u2019s been a while. 1999 was when we first met. And I\u2019m not sure any of his friends would have predicted it, but one of the things I love about my husband is how he loves to be loved. He\u2019ll hold my hand. He\u2019ll accept my enthusiasms. He is not as expressive as I am; however, he lets me give him my heart.<\/p>\n
Not everyone lets you do that. There are people who are hard to give to. It doesn\u2019t feel nice to give to someone who instantly pushes back with rejection.<\/p>\n
I remember once, a family had suffered a tragedy and I was sorrowing for them and for me. I had a desire to buy gifts for the children, and I was paralyzed with indecision.<\/p>\n
Was that the right thing to do?<\/p>\n
Would they think I was weird to give a trinket at this time?<\/p>\n
I mustered up my courage, after months, and did finally give the gifts. I never forgot how hard it was to take that step.<\/p>\n
The art of receiving can be neglected. And yet, there is very little in life more enjoyable than finding the exact perfect gift for a loved one, and presenting it.<\/p>\n
It is one of the graces of the Christmas season. Giving\u2026Giving thought to the gift and then presenting. It\u2019s a gift we give to each other, the opportunity for attentiveness and delight in all directions.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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