Tonight I find myself thinking about simple gifts.
December is here.
It’s hard to believe there are 29 days left before the new year. So today, in my gift giving promise to give a gift everyday for the rest of the year, I gave something so simple it almost seems silly.
I didn’t buy it on iTunes. This song was sung with the lungs.
We have a newly minted 7-year old in our lives (Justin’s niece) who we called tonight to sing our version (off-tune a capella rendition) of “Happy Birthday” over the phone.
We were both highly impressed with our own singing, but when we finished there was silence. And then a soft seven-year old voice that said “Thank you. Goodbye!”
And that was it.
I wondered if we scared her off with our tune. I imagined her rolling her eyes at yet another phone call serenade. But when her parents got back on the phone they reported that she was twirling the entire time.
And that made my heart twirl and do a loop-de-loop. There’s something so precious about being seven. So smart. So amazing. So able to twirl with the best of ‘em.
I love thinking about true simplicity and all the forms it takes.
Even if it is singing Happy Birthday over the phone.
Because sometimes the best gift is twirling.
‘Tis the gift to be simple
‘Tis the gift to be free
‘Tis the gift to come down where you ought to be
and when we find ourselves in the place just right
It will be in the valley of love and delight.