The gift of four beautiful words
I had no presents under the tree, but store-bought presents aren’t so important to me now that I’m old enough to buy the things that capture my fancy.
Last night, I gave myself the gift of endlessly rewatching one of my mom’s favorite movies, Night at the Roxbury.* While waiting for my son to awaken, I gave myself another gift: a chance to reflect on this time last year. Yesterday I was wistful that “my family” is far away, but revisiting last year’s Christmas post reminded me “family” is a much more expansive thing than I sometimes remember.
Watching my son methodically open his gifts, expressing greatest delight over a magnifying glass**, well, that was another lovely present. But it was four unexpected words that were my real Christmas gift.
After all the wrapped presents were opened, I got a small box of chilled candies from the fridge. I presented it to Li’l D, who opened it and said, “Aw.”
I couldn’t tell if it was a disappointed “aw” or a happy one. When he gestured me down for a kiss, I decided it was the latter.
After he’d smooched me, he gave me the gift of four beautiful words:
“You fill my heart.”
And there I had it: a zero-cost, freely given, priceless Christmas present I’ll carry with me for the rest of my life.
* I don’t get it, either, but that’s okay!
** “Oh! It’s my magnifying glass! I love it! Did you guys talk to Santa for me?”