Sometimes, the perfect gift is from just the right person, on just the right day, completely unexpected. A tulip, stolen from a garden, in a recycled pop bottle: its been a while since I have received a gift that held so much meaning.
Not everyone is of my mind on this issue. They say they are, but then they are a teensy bit disappointed when their husband forgets to get them a birthday gift or rush out to buy a present for Father's Day that does not reflect any deep sentiments. So, to all the people who expected a gift from me on a day worth commemorating: my apologies, maybe next year. But probably not.
You can, however, look forward to cookies from me just because its Tuesday and I was thinking of you.