Nice Stationary

Today a friend told me I had nice stationary. And I do, indeed. It was a gift. I got a lot of stationary, coffee, and books for my birthday. It was so nice, and not just because they are things I like and will use, but because they made me feel known. Have you ever gotten a gift and thought, "Do they even know me at all?" I have. When I get a few gifts like that in a row I start to feel like no one knows me. So this birthday when I got two pounds of really good coffee, two sets of stationary, a bag of my favorite Cliff bar, and a journal among other things, I felt really loved (and sort of predictable. But I think that is just me over analyzing.)