One year I had a really heavy gift under the tree from my sister. I had picked it up a few times and couldn’t figure out what it was, but it was a fairly big box and I had become pretty excited about it. I’m not sure what I thought it was, but I chose it as my one gift to open early on Christmas eve. I opened it with excitement and…
A gargoyle.
Now, it’s not that I didn’t like it, or wasn’t grateful. It IS kind of up my alley, but I think I had gotten myself worked into expecting something else. I was obviously disappointed, and my sister apologized when my excitement turned into disappointment, which made me feel even worse.
Anyway, I actually love this gargoyle today. I still have it twenty years later, which is more than I can say for many of the other gifts I received that year (or any other year). It’s on a shelf in my house that I see every day. It reminds me to be grateful and not develop expectations that could blind me to things I might really benefit from.