I just love whatever I am given because someone lovingly chose it for me and I love the fact that the people, including the children, to whom I give gifts love them too because I lovingly chose them for them.
I wasn't sure about the yoga mat for absent granddaughter2 but she is thrilled to have somewhere a little bit softer for her round-ups and handy stands [sic]. Little Wee Man hasn't stopped wheeling his trolley full of bricks around the house and in and out of the garden. Big Wee Man has endlessly played his Minions game with his older bother and so on and so on. Maybe not the best and certainly not the most expensive gifts in the world, but loved and treasured because someone they love and value gave them.
As for the delightful, surprising and special gifts I was given – well, I am thrilled, touched and keeping them.