Receiving Gifts

Have you ever felt the thrill of unwrapping a Tiffany box? Tied with a white satin ribbon, with one pull, the whole ribbon comes unfurled in your hand or lap. The blue of the box resonates quality. Every Tiffany employee past and present, from the top down, masters the art of tying a perfect bow. Due to the generosity of a true sister, I've become the recipient of a number of blue boxes tied with perfect white bows.

It's just moments before Christmas. It does have a habit of sneaking up on us, doesn't it. There is a bubble cushioned manila envelope along with some cards, bills and seasonal requests for donations in the mailbox. The familiar handwriting on the package puts a smile on my face. A quick squeeze reveals a flat box inside. Hmm, what luxury item is contained within?

I open the envelope and slide out a unique-sized silver box tied with a Tiffany-style white bow. In one corner in tiny script is "D" but otherwise there are no markings on the box. What's in the mystery box? I chose to wait until Christmas morning to open this gift simply because everyone should have at least one surprise on that day of celebration. This is an annual surprise that is always luxurious, appreciated and acknowledged.

I've developed my own little Christmas morning ritual but this year is different. This is my best Christmas ever. I'm feeling authentic joy without the accompanied stress. This is not because I'm more organized or become creative, this year I've tapped into is an eternal well of glad tidings and joy. Joy itself is elusive in periods of depression. Joy, is a sign of mental wellness. Finding your joy in the moment is sometimes challenging but that is how healing takes place.

With one thrilling tug, the ribbon unfolds into the lap of the snuggley, new white robe I'm wearing. I take a sip of coffee and savor the moment. Off comes the lid and announces it is a gift card to Nordstrom's. The amount of $500 is staggering.  No one has ever done this for me before. This will be one hell of a shopping spree. I'm speechless but nonetheless I flip open my phone and hit speed dial.

"My God. Merry Christmas! Have you lost your mind? Thank you!!" 

Hi, ho, hi, ho. It's off to Nordstrom's we go. "Remember to bring a sister", I admonish myself. "At least for encouragement or as much as a reality check". You know what can happen when you go shopping alone.