Tonight I slipped on a pair of comfy, fluffy, woolen socks to keep my feet warm. As I slid my frozen little feet into these snugly things, I thought of the person who so thoughtfully and cheerfully gave them to me. She is a nice, wonderful, amazing lady that attends church with me, and we recently found out we shared birthdays (folks, this is a rarity! She is the first person in my entire life that I've meant that was born on 11/15 as well). My family loves this lady. And I so love the fact that she even extended a gift to me for my birthday. It kind of made me feel awful for not taking the same consideration for her.
And then it made me think of the sometimes random acts of kindness in my life by such people. And I wonder if they know the immense impact they have on people like me with such display of generosity and love. Because I desperately needed a pair of woolen socks...well, not desperately but I had very recently thought of purchasing some woolen socks for myself, knowing how my feet and toes ache with the slightest twinge of cold. But being "poh" most of my wages go to making sure lil man has his needs met before I try to spend money on my frivolous desires. And really these desires aren't a huge priority....just things that would be nice to have. And sometimes I just don't get around to going out and buying myself woolen socks, or perfume, or a ticket to the premier of Breaking Dawn.
There is a girl at work (my boss's daughter, actually) who committed a random act of kindness towards me as well. She gave me the yummiest smelling hand lotion. And beforehand, I had just been thinking I need some hand lotion; I never got around to getting my hand lotion because I was so distracted taking care of other issues with lil man and daycare. It was a nice surprise. And I consider it a small work of miracle in my humble life.
And then my sister in law and brother, knowing how much of a die-hard Twilight fan I am (well, not die-hard but I keep up), purchased a ticket for me to the premier of Breaking Dawn, made me a T-shirt, and even paid for movie snacks and Twilight cups for me.
Or another co-worker giving me the best quick meal, one pot/pan recipe that has been a hit with my son! She only shared a recipe but that week, it had been so very difficult for lil man to eat. And when I tried her recipe out and I saw lil man wolf down his meal, ah how ever so grateful the song in my heart! Another work of miracle.
And then there is my mother. And I will cry while I write this paragraph because this woman has been undoubtedly generous to me. I mean, it might be biased..I am her daughter, after all. But I certainly do not have money to be spending on lil shiny, sparkly trinkets; and my mother has a way of "gifting" me with an earring here, or a necklace there, or a ring this month. Or a bottle of nice, sweet-smelling perfume. Last year she gave me a make-up kit so that I could give myself a little make-over after being a complete hopeless wreck for months.
Yeah, so I'm feeling grateful for all the little, subtle works of miracles in my life. Perhaps it's all the holiday cheer going around. Whatever it is, it feels good. It feels good to feel that Christmas Spirit which I was definitely lacking last year. A cup of cheer to growth, my friends!!!
And then it made me think of the sometimes random acts of kindness in my life by such people. And I wonder if they know the immense impact they have on people like me with such display of generosity and love. Because I desperately needed a pair of woolen socks...well, not desperately but I had very recently thought of purchasing some woolen socks for myself, knowing how my feet and toes ache with the slightest twinge of cold. But being "poh" most of my wages go to making sure lil man has his needs met before I try to spend money on my frivolous desires. And really these desires aren't a huge priority....just things that would be nice to have. And sometimes I just don't get around to going out and buying myself woolen socks, or perfume, or a ticket to the premier of Breaking Dawn.
There is a girl at work (my boss's daughter, actually) who committed a random act of kindness towards me as well. She gave me the yummiest smelling hand lotion. And beforehand, I had just been thinking I need some hand lotion; I never got around to getting my hand lotion because I was so distracted taking care of other issues with lil man and daycare. It was a nice surprise. And I consider it a small work of miracle in my humble life.
And then my sister in law and brother, knowing how much of a die-hard Twilight fan I am (well, not die-hard but I keep up), purchased a ticket for me to the premier of Breaking Dawn, made me a T-shirt, and even paid for movie snacks and Twilight cups for me.
Or another co-worker giving me the best quick meal, one pot/pan recipe that has been a hit with my son! She only shared a recipe but that week, it had been so very difficult for lil man to eat. And when I tried her recipe out and I saw lil man wolf down his meal, ah how ever so grateful the song in my heart! Another work of miracle.
And then there is my mother. And I will cry while I write this paragraph because this woman has been undoubtedly generous to me. I mean, it might be biased..I am her daughter, after all. But I certainly do not have money to be spending on lil shiny, sparkly trinkets; and my mother has a way of "gifting" me with an earring here, or a necklace there, or a ring this month. Or a bottle of nice, sweet-smelling perfume. Last year she gave me a make-up kit so that I could give myself a little make-over after being a complete hopeless wreck for months.
Yeah, so I'm feeling grateful for all the little, subtle works of miracles in my life. Perhaps it's all the holiday cheer going around. Whatever it is, it feels good. It feels good to feel that Christmas Spirit which I was definitely lacking last year. A cup of cheer to growth, my friends!!!
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