Yesterday, the newly-turned-a-year-older Clarice told me that she really liked the winter wear that I have gotten for her. She told me that she had seen that shawl from online photos before and thought it looked really good. And the surprise came to her when the image came alive.

Last month, my dear Denise told me that she really liked the watch plus its accompanying accessories that I had gotten for her. She told me that she had seen it in the shop  before and thought it was really pretty and wanted to get it for herself. And the surprise came to her when I took a step before she did.

 As I lay on my bed last night, I felt very elated and excited. Receiving such sincere appreciation really fills my heart with warmth. The feeling surpasses receiving birthday presents on my birthday.

I didn’t expect them to like the presents. In fact, I was worried that I might not have given the best present that I could. When it comes to birthdays, I am always at a loss. I find it harder to get gifts as we grow older. Signs of ageing? Haha.

Sometimes we don’t have to expect or clamor for something so badly to be happy. Just put in your best and think of the best interests for others. When you make someone happy, you make yourself happy too. Sometimes giving makes you happier than receiving. Giving is indeed a blessing.

I have a sudden thought. To be a Santa Claus on my birthday. :)