gifts make memories

 I'm not very good at buying gifts. I try but I over think some, under think others, am often crippled by the need for it to be useful, good, mean something. I suspect I'm not alone in this. 

I've been noticing gift giving, surprise gifts and the joy it gives those who give. A few months ago I gave my friend a pen, an ordinary pen but the moment and the reason meant a lot to her. And I've smiled at the intention to give a bottle of wine, not from me or to me, but somehow it was for me. 

This week I put on a necklace that my friend bought me before I left for a new life, it makes me think of her every time I see it, hold it. I folded the pyjamas that a group of wonderful friends (name of our WhatsApp group) bought me when I got out of hospital after my second and more troublesome brain tumour. The earrings that work colleagues gave me to say goodbye, the soap I wash my hands with and everyday I see a flag that was bought for my daughter which meant the world to her. These and many more gifts surround me and remind me of the love that surrounds me.