It is more blessed to give that to receive. It really is. As a child, I focused on receiving more than giving. The days leading up to Christmas were filled with anticipation of what I would get. I remember the anticipation more clearly than I remember actually receiving.
The giving has remained in my memory, though, especially since my children and grandchildren came into our lives. I treasure the memories of their small faces lighting up on Christmas morning. It’s such a joy to know that what I made or bought and wrapped so carefully is exactly what they wanted or needed. I love seeing the look of surprise as a gift is opened—the look of a child knowing how much they are loved. Yes, I have been blessed by giving.