1000 gifts from Him—the beginning

I have a reputation (albeit undeserved?).

My brother and sisters say I hoarded my M&M's as a child.

We’d start our packages together. They’d eat until finished. 
But I’d stop halfway, put my leftovers in a drawer, and, as they recall,
pull them out later to flaunt in front of their empty bags.

I remember it differently. Simply.
I ate what I hungered for and saved the rest for later. 
No malice intended.

I am a savorer.

From way back, obviously. Some things I like to take slowly, bit by bit, to fully enjoy. (You’d tired of watching me eat a Cadbury Creme Egg.)

So while part of me wants to start this 1000 gifts list (finally) and not stop until I'm stumped, my goodness, what's the rush?

I'd rather open the gifts slowly.
Savor them.
A few M&M’s at a time.

So I begin...

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  # 1....6
~ chapter 3 in Ann's book, M&M’s
~ 70 degrees on the outside thermometer, green leaves in every room
~ orange gardening gloves and blue buckets

  # 7....14
~ unlimited texting, safety, Advil PM, infinity
~ reading glasses so I don’t have to stop reading...
~ ...inspired writings, Psalm 145, Moleskine journal filling up

  # 15....16
~ a responsible brother
~ a Father of no limits

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Father,
Your gifts are innumerable.
          But if we notice them more in the counting, 
          may we savor the numbering.
Your daughter,
Lisa

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Do you tear into a packaged gift or unwrap it slowly?

I’m joining the multitudes who are counting to 1000 and beyond.