I celebrated my birthday earlier this week, and I was reminded of something my dad used to tell us when we were young. Whenever his birthday or Christmas was near, we'd ask him what gifts he wanted. Usually he'd make a joke about something gross or outrageous, but every time, without fail, he'd tell us the same thing. "You girls are my gifts."
We always thought that was some sort of cop-out answer. It wasn't until this birthday that I realized exactly what he meant.
Here's a picture of MY gift:

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