Wedding Album Wednesday - Gift Presentation
These gifts will be under the tree from my father to my mom on Christmas Day. © Photo by Francesca Di Meglio
Every year it's the same story. My father waits until the last minute, gives me money, and has me buy holiday gifts for him to give to my mom. This year, I was one step ahead. I picked out some great gifts for my mom - things I know she needs - and simply gave my father the bill. And I've even wrapped them and topped them with a lovely bow, which I learned how to make in a recent issue of Better Homes and Gardens magazine. Still, my father will show up at my door on Christmas with one or two gifts that he chose for my mom. He will hand me a coat because he knows she hates to be cold and a couple of sweaters that he chose for the same reason. He will tell me to wrap them. For the coat, he will hand me a garbage bag and say, "You can use this." I will laugh at him, but then use it anyway and try to spruce it up with bows and stickers and the like. My mom will ooh and aah and thank both my father and me for the gifts. This little ritual might make another wife angry. Why isn't my husband thinking of me himself? Why is he sending our daughter? But not my mom. She knows papa's way of caring for her - and getting her nicer gifts than he would probably get himself - is to send me. And I relish being their go-between, especially this year, when I was able to take more time, be more thoughtful, and wrap it up oh so nicely. After 35 years of marriage - 34 of which I've been a part of - my mom and papa are still going strong, which is probably the greatest gift of all, for all of us.