A blast from the past! My mom was wrapping many of these this time of the year.. !
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A blast from the past! 🌟 Every year around this time, my mom would be surrounded by piles of wrapping paper, rolls of tape, ribbons, and a sparkle in her eyes that could light up the whole room. She didn’t just wrap gifts — she wrapped memories, love, and a little bit of her magic into each one. I can still see her hands working carefully, smoothing out the paper just right, folding the corners neatly, and adding the finishing touches with bows and tags that made every package feel extra special.
It wasn’t just about the gifts themselves — it was about the ritual. The sound of the scissors gliding across paper, the faint scent of tape, the laughter that filled the air as she sometimes teased about who would get what. She had a way of making wrapping feel like part of the celebration, a tradition that set the stage for joy to come. Even when she was tired, she poured her heart into every box, because for her, it wasn’t just about giving things — it was about giving pieces of herself.
Looking back, those moments feel so precious. At the time, I probably took them for granted, not realizing how much love was being sealed with every strip of tape. Now, whenever I see a stack of wrapped gifts, I’m reminded of her — of how she made even the smallest gestures shine with meaning.
This time of year always brings her closer to me in memory. I can almost hear her humming softly, see her smiling as she wrapped yet another gift with patience and care. It was her way of spreading warmth, of making sure everyone felt thought of and loved.
A blast from the past, yes — but also a reminder of the kind of love that never fades. Mom’s gift-wrapping wasn’t just seasonal; it was symbolic of who she was — thoughtful, generous, and full of heart. And though she may not be here, every ribbon and every bow I see now carries a little echo of her love. 🎁💝
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