Echoes.

I think gifts are nice.
Nice.
Not great, but nice.

I’ve never really been huge on receiving gifts – always been the girl that was much more into reading the cards and saving those.
I don’t really know why – I’m as materialistic as women get – I think it’s just that I like picking out things myself.

I do like ‘just because’ gifts – not so much for the gift itself, but because of the thought put into it.
I love ‘just because’ cards.

But what I hate – gifts for birthdays around Christmas, wrapped in Christmas paper. brothers and sisters with close birthdays not getting separate parties. receiving a gift for my birthday a month in advance.

Things like that just set a pall on it for me.

Make it not as much fun – not as thoughtful or loving in a way.
Doesn’t mean it’s not given with as much thought and love as I could dream of – just…
it ruins it.
Like finding out a surprise accidentally, instead of being actually surprised.

I’m going to feel partially deflated until the 19th because of it.