There was something different...

So here is my thought. My husband’s parents have just returned from a trip to China where they toured around and picked up lovely gifts for us. They have always been very thoughtful and generous and I feel truly blessed to have married into their family. They have taken the time and effort to get to know me and are able to pick gifts I’m thrilled to receive.

Today I’ve worn my newly gifted bracelets to work and have noticed them several times with the warm happy contented feeling you get from wearing something new and lovely. I felt this way with the bracelet she recently brought me from Australia. As I hold it I think about how far it has come to be on my wrist. It holds a mystique about it. I don’t have anything else from Australia that I’m aware of or that was brought from there specifically for me. While the beautiful jade bracelet from China has this going for it, something is missing. I couldn’t put my finger on it… but then it came to me. I lifted up the beautiful mug I keep on my desk… it’s also from China. It is likely that 70% of everything I own comes from the same place as my beautiful jade bracelet. Of course the difference is that someone I love went there and picked it for me. But you get my point I’m sure.