This one is extremely difficult for me. First, I am not a person who is big on material things. I don't do knick knacks or trinkets. I decided to look at this from a different angle and maybe think of advice that someone gave me. Still, I came up with nothing. I had been looking it from the angle of something I couldn't live without, but the only thing I can not live without is my family, and that's not something someone gave me. I then looked at things that the kids made me. I don't believe it's fair to put one thing over another that my children have done for me, so that was out. Then I looked at it from the angle of things I am proud of. These things though are not things that someone gave me, they are things that I earned or gave myself. None of this is saying that I'm ungrateful for the things I am given or what I have. I look at everything and I am grateful. I am grateful that people thought of me enough to give me anything. I look around and see all that I have, which is more than so many. This morning, like each morning, I'm super grateful for my coffee pot. I'm even grateful for the couch I can't sit on because I almost instantly have an allergy attack. I don't believe this is what this week of gratitude is supposed to be about though.
Then I got to thinking of it from yet another perspective. I have decided to approach this one from the angle of something someone has given me that shows how they see me. Being that I've been with Husband for over 19 years, he's given me a lot of things. Throughout the years, he's given me several pieces of jewelry. Each piece of jewelry he's given me has had common themes, in my mind, that represent how he sees me. Beautiful and delicate. Those are two words I would never, ever, use to describe myself. Ever. Yet, from day 1, Husband has always gotten me things that are beautiful and delicate. I constantly amazes me that he sees me this way...that anyone would see me this way. When I wear what he's given me, I feel beautiful and delicate (for a moment until I have to break up kid fights).
The reason I'm grateful for this is because he sees something in me no one else does. He brings out things in me that one else could. I'm grateful because, if only for a moment, feel like the person he sees. For someone like me, who wears nothing but jeans and t-shirts and has to constantly be the one who keeps it all together, it's heartwarming to know that he sees something deeper. Even better, he always has.