There is nothing like good mail, a letter, a card, a present, a package. Last week a friend sent me a gift, a bracelet with a Mary Medal on it. When I was a child I wore medals like these. My mother pinned them to my undershirt with a little piece of blue ribbon. My mother wore them pinned to her brassiere. I have worn the bracelet everyday since.
It was a beautiful gift. I was tempted to send her a gift right back. I wanted to. Then I thought, perhaps you should just receive and appreciate. To send something back right away would have seemed to minmize the gift. As if something so beautiful and meaningful could be equalized or evened out. Sometimes you just have to be the recipient. Sometimes you get to be the bearer of gifts but sometimes you have to graciously accept one and sit with it.
After a time, I’ll remember and reciprocate but it does not matter . A simple thank you is enough.
I will though remember the pleasure of an unexpected wrapped gift in the mail and I will be sure to send the pleasure on to a few friends and family. A parcel in the mail, any time of year for any reason is such a pleasure.