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TBT - Memorable Christmas Gifts

On this TBT, I’m throwing it all the way back...to last week.

It’s only Christmas Eve, but I’m pretty sure I’ve already received my most memorable gift of the year. Several fellow homeschooling moms and I enjoy an evening out once in a while. We have been trying to get together for a couple of months with no success. With classes at our homeschool co-op on Christmas vacation, we thought we could use that time that’s normally already scheduled to get together at my house for lunch and a cookie exchange.

We were all sitting around the table cramming our faces with food, talking about the problem one of us, I’ll call her Renee, has with ADD. She chose that moment to hand out her gifts to us. They were journals. That alone makes it a perfect gift for me, but then I opened the journal to read the inscription. “Ruth, Merry…”

I burst out laughing as I learned over to another friend to see what Renee friend had written in her journal. She got, “Tiffany, Merry Christmas. Love ya.” I held up my journal and asked Renee if she was having a moment of ADD when she was signing my book. Everyone thought it was hilarious.
I thought it was one of the most priceless gifts I could ever receive. Not only was it something I would enjoy using, it was truly reflective of Renee. I didn’t want her to finish what she had starting writing because now, every time I open that journal to write in it, I will think of her and smile. Her friendship is dear to me and I love her just the way she is.

God loves us just the way we are, quirks and all. I’ve often said the world would be a boring place if we were all the same. I sure am glad that God blessed me with such wonderful friends that make my world anything but boring.


Now, it’s Christmas Eve, so it seems appropriate to end with, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

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