A friend and her boyfriend just came back from a trip to New Mexico. Before they left, they mentioned that they would be going through Roswell. As an X-Files fan, I couldn't resist asking them to bring me a little something. She brought a keyring with the cutest little blue alien with big red eyes. I love it! But then she started apologizing that it was too "cheapy" and was sorry they hadn't gotten me something better or more expensive. Bullshit! I told her she couldn't have picked a better gift, and I meant it. I've spent the last week showing it off to everyone!
Anytime friends or family are going someplace new (especially if I haven't been there), I ask them to send a postcard or bring me a little something, and I've loved each and every gift from whichever part of these United States or the world they've come from.
I've gotten a postcard from India, an erotic whip keychain from Reno (don't ask), a Harrod's pint glass from England, a coffee table picture book from Germany, a Glenmorangie tin and miniature Scotch bottles from Scotland, a Harley tie-dye t-shirt from Sturgis, a postcard from England from a friend in the military, a homemade cassette of modern music from Germany, sausages and mustard from Minnesota, a Cheers cap and t-shirt from Boston (as with the Sturgis shirt, more expensive than usual, but greatly appreciated), plum schnapps from Germany, a little Buddha from Laos, a "Texas" mistletoe magnet from Minnesota (believe it or not), a children's book from Russia, and my new favorite alien keychain from Roswell, to name a few.
Anyway, what did we all learn growing up? It's not the gift but the thought that counts. Luckily for me, my friends and family put thought into each precious gift, which turns them into treasure.
Thanks again,
Sunny
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