A couple Christmas holidays ago, my Sister gave me a favorite gift. It was a wooden box, in the shape of a book, with Starry Night on it. She filled it with all sorts of random treasures, not that different from The Littlest Angel's shoe box. It was a wonderful gift that I have kept exactly the way it was given with all the simple items kept secretly inside. Whenever I am sad or upset, I sit with my box and sift through these little thoughtful things and meditate on what really matters. It never fails to heal my heart and make me feel better.
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