I'm overwhelmed. The gift voucher was lovely and generous from my first donor, and now I come downstairs after sleeping off a hellish night with my DD, who decided to be awake about half the night, and I've opened a box of delights. The little blankets are wonderful for the children, I can't wait to show them.
And the presents, well!
I re-experienced that feeling from childhood where you carefully open the box, with the fizzy tummy feeling, and then that moment where you see the presents, and you know that "he" exists and came for you and there is that wonderful stash of goodies. And you are frozen in that moment, for a second, because it looks perfect and wonderful and you are excited beyond belief, then Christmas day starts and you all dive in and it's family time, bacon rolls on the go with mum, your brothers and sisters squeals of delight.
You've captured that and put it in a box for me, Christmas Magic. I shan't open them, but that feeling, I wish I could bottle it up and take it out every time things feel a bit sad or mad or bad.
To know that people care, that is the best gift of all. I try so hard to capture in words how I feel, I hope even a teeny bit of it comes across so you can know how deeply grateful I am. From the shock of being nominated, until today, I've had a little bubble of happiness that I am keeping hold of, it's getting me through the tougher times. Thank you.
I have put my cards up over the fireplace, and I am looking forwards to Christmas too, having something to unwrap myself, before I call the kids and see how they are being treated. And then having their presents to give to them when we do it all again the second time. 