The perfect example came this weekend when I was heading out to meet my niece's new baby boy. Right after he was born, I sent along the cutest little outfit befitting of the football fan that he was destined to be. So when I woke up Saturday morning I decided to make the new parents a plate of cookies because I didn't want to arrive empty handed. I chose my favorite little gingerbread snap cookies that I typically make for my family on Valentine's Day. While I was making the cookies my home was filling with the wondrous aromas of ginger and spice, and I was filled with the feelings of joy from being able to do something for someone else. It was a light feeling of joy that had me smiling ear to ear.
For the last three years I have been the recipient of so much love and care. Family has been right there to take me out to the movies or dinner, friends have invited me over to watch football games, and colleagues have dropped off surprise little gifts. Receiving these little treats brought me great joy. And now, it was my turn to return the favor. It felt warm to be on the giving end again and thinking about others instead of myself. My joy was pure, found in a little plate of cookies. But it was a joy from being able to give from the heart and not just receive.
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