My niece, who I highly suspect of being on the autism spectrum, was very upset by the birth of her younger brother earlier. When she hid her face and curled up crying next to my sister/her mom, I felt her pain. I knew she was having a meltdown, what types of thoughts must be going through her head, and how she must have been feeling inside. It absolutely broke my heart.
Here's what made me happy today:
I decided to give her some gifts. I found a neat-looking tube full of colored pencils and a drawing pad in my room. I also drew her a picture, of two of her favorite cartoon characters together (Mabel Pines from Gravity Falls riding on Fluttershy's back). I wrote little messages for her on the drawing and inside the drawing pad. Then I wrapped it all up as well as I could (read: horribly), slapped a bow on it, and addressed it to her.
And, even though my nephew actually seemed pretty excited and happy about his new little brother, I didn't want him to feel left out because I was giving his sister some presents. He is going through a vampire phase right now, and as luck would have it, I had a vampire candy dish sitting on my desk (which had been given to me by my mom around Halloween). It was also still filled to the brim with candy, so I threw the candy into a Ziploc baggie and wrapped everything up the same way I had wrapped my niece's stuff.
Now, when they come over to my house later on this morning, it will be like Christmas all over again.
If there's one thing that 2013 taught me, it's that I really like giving gifts as opposed to receiving them. I used to think it was just a cliche and that nobody loved giving as much as getting, but I was wrong. Heck, I'd wrap up everything that I've accumulated in storage and give it away as presents if I could. The only thing that's stopping me is the fact that I never know when I might want something again no matter how long it's been sitting in my garage. For example, at one point I had given away my DVDs of Shane Acker's 9 and Spike Jonze's Where the Wild Things Are. Several years later I wanted to watch them again, but was sad to discover that they were no longer in my possession.