To the giver of the gifts:
My first semester of college away from my family was miserable for many, many reasons. Once a week without fail a note of encouragement would show up in my mailbox. It hadn't been mailed to me, but was put there by someone in my dorm. It always contained some kind of spiritual quote or thought and a few words of encouragement. Those notes got me through a very difficult time. I still have most of them to this day.
When my house was anomously decorated for my birthday earlier this year in January, I cried. It was my first birthday without my dad and I was feeling alone. Your thoughtful gift was very meaningful to me. When the Valentines cookies appeared, and the skittle rainbows for St. Patrick's Day, I knew this was more than a random occurance. Once a month, for the entire year, you have delivered love, acknowledgement, friendship, validation, and compassion with the small gifts you have dropped at my house.
The beautiful Thanksgiving basket you left at my door confirmed that you know me. You know me well. There were enough cute placemats for all my family coming to visit, as well as enough treats to feed them. The popcorn and children's movie confirmed that you knew I had kids coming to spend time with me. The timing of the gift, the day my family arrived, was evidence of your intimate knowledge of who I am.
I am humbled to know you, whoever you are. This year has been hard, as you probably know. Your monthly visits to my door have meant so much to me. I still have the beautiful blue jar you delievered my May Day flowers in, as well as the African Violet plant you dropped off for some color on a dreary fall day. They serve as daily reminders that someone knows and loves me.
Though I have no way to acknowledge who you are, I will live better because of what you have done for me. I will look for more opportunities to love and acknowledge those around me. Your example of love and service has changed me. And for that I will be forever grateful.
I love you!
Amy
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