There was the day my youngest hugged my breath away because he was just so thankful to finally get the car he had been dreaming of (2004 Mustang GT), and two distinct occasions when we conversed with complete strangers about valuing our time with our children. There was the day my heart skipped a beat when my brother called me after many quiet years, and the day I unexpectedly shared my thoughts about faith with an acquaintance and undeniably felt God’s presence.
There was the warmth I felt upon receiving a touching note from a neighbor, and the pure simplicity of sharing a bagel and coffee with my daughter amidst the bustling crowds at the mall. And finally, there was a moment on a Cape Cod beach where I stood quietly with my husband of 25 years, arm in arm, lost in the moment of God’s grandeur and our love for one another.
I have found that the most valuable gifts are not necessarily contained within festively wrapped packages. Sometimes they are discreetly wrapped in the simplicity of life, in the unexpected and the unassuming. I thank God profusely for the gift of Christmas but also for every humble treasured gift we are so blessed to receive on a daily basis.
Kathy Milewski lives in Merrimac.