I have the pleasure of having a birthday coming up very soon. In two weeks, I will be 36 years old. I think that's considered late thirties, right? But I'm not really writing today about growing older or the wisdom that comes with time, I'm writing about gifts. When I was younger, I would love for people to ask me what I wanted for my birthday. I would hope for one of the many things I would name. But the truth be told, my favorite gifts were always the ones that were a surprise to me that also told me that the giver really knew me and cared about what I would think of their gift. Now, I keep a wishlist, but secretly, I want things that can't be bought on Amazon. I prefer things that I've never seen before, that no one else will have, things that are unique and unusual, just like me. For example, one of my most beloved, but highly balked at gifts is a vase that Joel and I received for our wedding. It is wrapped in...