I know some people who are experts at buying gifts. No matter what the circumstance, they find just the right gift for the right person at the right time. I envy those people.
I try to pick the right gift for the right person. But somehow, it never seems to turn out as well as I intended. Once, I heard my daughter-in-love talk about old-fashioned brooches and how she was discovering a new love for them. She had invaded her grandmother’s jewelry box and was wearing one of the confiscated brooches on her sweater. So, I went in search of just the right brooch for her birthday. I bought one that I thought was not only beautiful, but something she would like. I could tell by the look on her face when she opened the box that she thought the brooch I had picked out was less than lovely. I snuck it back from her and replaced it with a gift card to her favorite department store and she gratefully whispered, “Thank you.”
I’ve had the same thing happen with my daughter. She and I are separated by miles and miles, but we are still very close. She’s the daughter of my heart, and I understand her better than anyone else does. But when it comes to buying gifts for her, I’m clueless. If I buy her a book, she’s already read it. If I buy her a DVD, she already has it. And I can’t buy her jewelry, for she makes lovely jewelry that she gives away as a perfect gift!
Buying for my husband is no better. He says he has more books than he can ever read, and any “preacher-type” book, he’s already bought for himself. He downloads his favorite music to his iPod. He wears only white button-down shirts, of which his closet is full to bursting. And if I give him a gift card, he’ll turn around and spend it on me. Hmm, maybe I should rethink the gift card thing!