I’m not money orientated. I would always choose poor and happy over rich and sad.
We all gets presents at Christmas. Some little, some big, some expensive and some not.
This year I was completely spoiled. I got a lot of presents, all things I wanted, from a coffee machine to theatre tickets, from body soufflé to face masks.
The best present I got this year however, didn’t cost a thing. My dad died when I was eight. For as long as I can remember I have always been upset that I don’t have photographs of him, particularly pictures of he and I together.
This year however, my amazing mum did a photo album for me, complete with captions which told me when and where the photos were taken. I now have about 50 photos of me and my dad, spanning from a baby with him right up until just before he died.
I can honestly say that it is the best present that anyone has ever given me. I must have cried for an hour on Christmas morning, another “happy tears” moment.
Having something like that, something that is so special to me is more important to me, and is worth more than any money can buy. I will treasure it forever and always.
Another soppy post, but then again, it is Christmas.