Mom would look for me everywhere. And when she couldn't find me playing with blocks or barbies in my room, she knew where I was. She'd find me in the wrapping paper closet; sitting on the floor, wrapping empty boxes and tying them with ribbon. I taught myself how to curl ribbon and I was obsessed with practicing. By the time she would find me, the closet was a disaster. Tissue paper, bows, boxes, tape and scissors everywhere. There was something about it, something about fun colors and bows and cute paper, that I loved. My love for gifts developed in this wrapping paper closet. My love for hand written notes, paper of all kind, stationary, and making people things started here. When Mom would open the door, I'd look up and smile. She's ask me who these presents were for, and I'd say I wasn't sure. She'd ask me how I got the scissors out of the office drawer {because I wasn't allowed to use them} and I'd reply, "I don't know, but I didn't do it, Mama." I'd giggle, so she wouldn't get mad at me. It was a tactic that worked, because she would giggle, too.
My mom always reminds me of this story when we wrap presents around Christmastime. She reminds me how my thirst to be creative showed itself early. This is how I know I'm destined to be doing what I'm doing.
This is the season for giving! We give because the best gift in the entire world was given to us on the first Christmas. Of course I love receiving thoughtful gifts {who doesn't?!}, but nothing makes me smile more than giving gifts that we picked out just for that person. Oh, and the cute wrapping paper is enough to warm my heart, too!
Do you love wrapping paper, too? Do you go simple or fancy? Bows, or no? Give me the low down!
Love and 4 days 'till Christmas,
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