As I picked it up I knew it was a gift and I understood immediately that the gift lay in the giving.
A young child approached holding a woman's hand and we shared New Year's Eve greetings and smiles. I extended my hand and opened my palm and offered the beach glass to the girl. Her gratitude and thanks ran deep. It was such a small item, but the young girl was overwhelmed with delight and continued to offer sincere thanks from a place deep within.
Later that day, our paths crossed again in a lovely shop filled with hand-made treasures. Young Gigi was so delighted to see me she leaned in and wrapped her arms around my hips. Wow. Rippling gratitude; mutual joy; pure, unblemished delight.
From one hand to another, a small piece of glass was passed. Its value was not measured nor qualified. The gifting; ah, the gesture itself; its value akin to gold.
"A gift, with a kind countenance, is a double present." ~ Thomas Fuller