If it’s not really my birthday, do I have to give the present back? Please say no….
Please say no.
So here’s the deal… my dear friend Debbie stopped by the house before church yesterday morning to drop off a card and a gift wrapped in sunny yellow tissue.
OK, let’s just stop and get a gander at this thing:
it’s for “the passionate sewist”,
it’s a planner;
and it has a technique diagram for hand-finished bias trim right on the front cover fer cryin’ out loud!
Could anything be more perfect for me?
I think not.
When I arrived for Sunday morning services, there Deb was in the lobby waiting, arms open wide to give me a big bright warm birthday hug. Only problem was, it wasn’t my birthday. Not even close.
And therein lies my dilemma. Shouldn’t one (particularly one of mature years and godly aspiration) upon receiving a mistakenly timed gift, discreetly rewrap the aforementioned gift and politely return it with regrets and warm thanks? Or perhaps one might (without betraying one’s mature years and resigning one’s godly aspiration) gleefully lay hold of that glorious gift and amidst laughter and thankful hugs, make it one’s own?
Stated more simply: Can I keep the blessed thing?
Can I, can I, can I? huh?
Thankfully Debbie said yes.
Which is a good thing since I’ve already started using it.