Just like on a Christmas morning, I have this tradition where I open my gifts when I first wake up. It's a ritual I've done ever since I can remember, and this year was no different. But this time I did it alone, in my third-floor walkup, before I went to work.
Unlike it sounds, it wasn't a melancholy moment -- in fact, it was a tiny gift in itself. I got to spend a few peaceful moments to myself, surrounded by little reminders of love from my family. That solitude and positivity is a gift I wish I gave myself more often.