We were finishing the bedroom at the Bellingham house when we heard this song… taping drywall, sanding the walls, painting, all in preparation for a Christmas spent in our new bedroom.  Our home had been under construction for several months, the back had, literally, been taken off our house to extend it a bit, leaving gaping holes in our bathroom, bedroom and kitchen.  We were coming off of miscarrying our first baby and hoping that babies were in our future.  It was a bittersweet time in our lives, a time that was slowly transitioning from the bitter to the sweet.  I remember standing on the ladder with a naked bulb hanging nearby.  I was applying spackle to a seam in the ceiling and we were listening to the Canadian All Christmas station when this song came on.  At first we worked through it, paying attention halfway, but slowly Bradley and I both stopped and just listened as this ten year old girl, Aeslin Debinson, sing this lovely song about how showing tenderness and kindness can produce the greatest gifts of all.  By the end of the song, Bradley and I both had wet eyes and tears streaming down our faces.

Soon thereafter, Guinevere was conceived.  While I realized that this song was for Christmas, the message of kindness and giving within it were powerful, and I sang it to her all throughout the pregnancy and through her babyhood.  It’s a song that moves me, moves my husband and moves my family.  It is a song rich in meaning both personally and lyrically.  This song is a gift.

I’m on words, Bradley is on guitar.

The Gift 2


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