Letters To My Love

Gentoo penguins have been doing something for centuries that we have adopted. It’s called pebbling. They scoop them up in their beaks and carry them to their partner. The gift acknowledges the relationship between the two penguins and helps grow the nest for their budding family.

I chuckle to myself because I do this all the time. Not only do I do this, but I find it incredibly endearing when others do it for me. Sometimes, it’s just an actual rock or a flower something to commemorate the day the memory or just something small that the receiver will enjoy.

I’m a sentimental soul, and some of the smallest gifts are the ones that hold the most value to me. Like a knitted penguin that shows up out of the blue, a seashell, or a keychain of a dolphin with a tiny piece of rice floating inside.

When I reciprocate, I put all the love I have for that person into these tiny trinkets. I don’t know what it is about these things that tug on my heart so much… maybe I was a penguin in another life. Maybe it’s because I struggle to understand why people find me to be a valued person in their life, and the tangible object gives me something that reinforces the belief of my value. In my mind, I know that the presence of these objects does not add or detract from my value, but sometimes.that little voice in the back of my head gets a little too loud.