My wife picked up a really interesting gift for me this holiday season. It's a copy of the first book I can remember checking out of a library as a kid. It's called Pat and the Iron Horse. I don't actually remember the story that well. It has something to do with the great Irish potato famine and a young man coming to America to work on the railroads. I do remember enjoying it. A little box filled with a whole different world. And it was all mine. Well, until I had to check it back in.
But now I have my own copy. To keep and cherish. What's great about a gift like this is how it is more about who I am than what I want. I love that she remembers what's important to me. Books will always be very important to me. Real books. Not digital copies.
Great post. When I look back at "gifting" in general all the flashy things mean so much less to me than those small items which someone took a little bit of thought into what I would like.
Hey Mauriat! Yeah, as I get older it’s the little things that mean more. I have big dollar items (well, not BIG, but kinda big). Now its nice to get things with more meaning (and thought) behind them.
Next year I hope I can get her to get me a few of those Big Little Books, like Shazan. I think I had some that were SciFi, but I can’t remember the titles. Probably pricey now too, since they’re collector’s items now. But they were so cool when I was a kid.