Today is my wife, Lisa's, birthday.
Shopping for a present for her this year has again been fruitless--I never know what to get her, and she never can think of anything she wants. Oh, I suppose I could just pick something (anything) up and wrap it up and give it to her--thus fulfilling my husbandly duty. But I have the fatal flaw that I want to get her something she'll absolutely love, something extraordinarily meaningful--and that's difficult for me to find. So I run out of time and end up with nothing. Being able to select great gifts for people is, in itself, a gift!
Don't worry--I'll find something. It won't ever be able to match up with what I'd give her if I could. And it will never say "I love you" as much as she deserves. But in some small way it will let her know that she's important in my life--that her coming into this world is a moment I thank God for! Because, truth be told, I get the best present on Lisa's birthday. It's a gift from God.
And her name is Lisa.
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