The beauty of a gift

     Oh beautiful morning. Thank you Jehovah for
waking me up early so I can finish the five projects
due today. Ah definitely going to be a long day. So
worth it though.

     So much shines deep within. The joy of giving is
so much a part of me. Grandness that Jehovah gives
me. Makes me humble. Seeing the surprise in a face
is so rewarding, more so than money could ever be.
I am grateful to have learned money is so evil. Grateful
my family's need of success did not soak into me.

    Every day one gift is the best. A smile. Small as it
may be just think of all that come from one.

    Waking up. Breathing. Another overlooked gift. One
each should be excited to be able to do for one more
day. So much taken forgranted.

    Friendships in the oddest forms. Inside the smallest
details. So intricate is the woven wools. Tightly bonded.
The laughter, the memories. Ah yes all are gifts I
cherish.

    Giggling. Preparing a piece for a five year old.
Looking forward in hearing how much she enjoyed it.
La I think she wanted to have one that looked like her
mother's. I made a piece that is special for her only.

   Ah now the sun is falling between the blinds. Begging
for me to open them to see, feel the welcoming
pour across my face.

   No. No. I am going to stop just to step outside. My
cinnamon swirls still enroute to being completely
dried. Bundling up in a cardigan and stepping outside.
Oh to feel the brisk morning air opening, alerting all
senses.

   Dear friend, I dare you to come outside and see.
Yes I did dare you. La. I smirk and slate eyes turn to
bright blue. Wrinkling up freckled button nose
prepping to be mischievous. Smiling ever so wide, now.

   Hmm. Quirky me once again brilliantly shines. I love
it. Don't you?