It was our wedding anniversary, and I was waiting for my husband in Crossword - a book shop, my happy place since my school days. There’s something about the quiet hum of a bookstore that makes time slip away, and as always, I lost count of it while browsing the shelves. Sitting on a small orange stool, my eyes landed on a beautifully illustrated cover of - The Book of Gifts by Lucy Claire Dunbar. Something about it pulled me in, and I couldn't resist flipping through its pages. It’s funny how life works—sometimes, you just stumble upon exactly what you need without even looking for it. Page after page, the words seemed to speak directly to me, reminding me of the simple yet profound gifts I already have.
As I sat there, surrounded by stories and possibilities, a wave of gratitude washed over me. I realized I already have everything I could ever need—the love of my husband, the laughter of my children, the warmth of family, blessings of my elders, good health, the embrace of true friendships, the security of a home, and the stability of a life well-lived. I wake up every day to a life built on passion, creativity, and purpose, doing what fulfills me.
I had walked into the bookstore just to browse, but I walked out feeling richer than ever before. That moment, much like the illustration in the book, reminded me that sometimes, the most precious gifts aren’t the ones we seek—they are the ones we already hold close, sheltering us through life’s rain and shine.
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