The perfect Christmas gift from husband
It’s about that time in the holiday season when I become most aware of “stuff.” How much I have, how much I am purchasing for others, and how much I don’t want anymore – as a woman of a certain age, “stuff” takes on a different meaning than it had when I was 6 years old.
My husband had one of his moments of brilliance last year, when – for Christmas – he gave me a gift certificate to a florist large enough for me to purchase flowers for the house through the dark days of winter. Just a few flowers. Every week.
Genius needs to be shared.