Early in our marriage, Bob and I tried to find gifts for each other.
Bob never had a clue what to get me.
Eventually, we gave up trying.
Mostly, if I found a book for Bob, he got it as a gift. I didn’t always wait for Christmas.
Bob’s gifts for me came during the farming season. He’d bring me ditch daisies or even found turkey feathers. It was always something from nature, even a neat looking rock.
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