Here is the one I made for Day 16; it holds an initial decoration and a little lavender sachet I made for peaceful dreams. The bag itself has become a sachet and smells of lovely lavender. Somehow, things got ahead of me, and I failed to attach a quote to this one so "dream" was the only text to accompany this gift.
I'm going to get ahead on this one. Day 17, is potpourri poured into one of a set of nesting boxes I bought several years ago. The lovely seeds in the potpourri intrigue me almost as much as the smell. It is already set out for Fee when he comes home this evening. He knows where to look and makes a beeline to the top of the bookcase to see his latest surprise.
When I am liberated by silence, when I am no longer involved in the measurement of life, but in the living of it, I can discover a form of prayer in which there is effectively no distraction. My whole life becomes a prayer. My whole silence is full of prayer. The world of silence in which I am immersed contributes to my prayer.
Here are some wonderful gift tags -- funny and so true.