It starts right after Thanksgiving and sometimes even before: the gift wish list. I start getting them from others and others begin requesting them from us. What do you want? What do the girls want? It's an impossible question for me to answer. I want world peace. I want my kitchen cabinets refinished. I want my half bath downstairs finished. I want a new bathtub. A new patio. A major purge of the girls' closets. My kids to grow up happy and healthy. Someone to install my new outlets for me so I don't have to do it (and yes thankyouverymuch I know how). I want a personal chef who is completely organic and will make us go vegan three times a week. I want my new flooring in. I want to make sure every child has a place to live that is safe and access to health care. I think you get the gist. I don't think you can find these things at a mall or put them easily in a box. So I struggle for things to tell people and I struggle against my intense dislike of wish lists. I realiz...