A Home of Handmades; A Deck of Cards
Three years ago, my dear friend gave Cubby these playing cards for her 4th birthday. These custom-made cards, with their photo on the back, were the *perfect* gift.
*perfect* because we met up with this couple for a card party every month. Their home was deemed the “Party House” due to a little table always arranged with finger foods conveniently within the reach of Cubby. Also, the “Party House” always seemed to be playing her favorite music.
*perfect* because she taught my little one how to play her first card game before Cubby could even recognize and recall the numbers.
*perfect* because she knew we were dramatically downsizing in order to move into the tiny house. Only the objects that are functional and hold true meaning deserved a spot in the house. This deck could replace our old deck that held no sentimental value and would defiantly get used regularly.
The night she gave them to Cubby, in celebration of her birthday, was the last night we saw her.
I remember a few days later one of my sisters saying the cards were even more special, even more *perfect* now.
At the time I wanted to punch those words in the face.
Now, I understand *perfectly*
Cheers to gifting, may we always give from the heart.
Cheers to the holidays, may we remember small acts of kindness can go a long way.
Cheers to friends that live on with us everyday, may we always feel their hugs.
Oh…and cheers to never punching anyone in the face when we do not like their words. It might take 3 years, but chances are, with time, you will understand them.