Not all gifts are tangible. I am fortunate to have had many physical gifts in life of which I can rip off the paper, find a place to put it, and thank the giver for the palpable object. But, if I think about my favorite gifts, they cannot be held, touched, seen, or smelled. They are not a size, a shape, or a color. They are so massive and overwhelming that I can not even comprehend their substance. They transcend all physicality. My husband at my side in the hospital, day after day, month after month. My mother caring for our beloved children for six months with patience and nurturing love. My sisters walking through the surgery, radiation, and chemo trenches with me. I thank them all, but there are no words to describe what they’ve given me.