The worst present I ever received was also the best present.
In 2006 he signed the paperwork for our very first house. The first house we (along with the bank) would own. The first house we couldn’t lose because someone else decided they wanted to sell it, or some family member needed a house. The first house where he could build his pig barn just the way it wanted, and it would add value.
It was an anniversary gift of sorts. Since he was a teacher, and in the early years we moved during July, our anniversary month, our private joke was he got me a house for our anniversary. Of course, we’d lived in Stuart for 28 years, so there hadn’t been any “house presents” in recent years.
It was a fabulous present to ourselves, our own home.
Except, we never lived in it. WE never lived in it, I do. Oh, we both moved. Just to different “homes.” He actually moved home, to live with God. I on the other hand, moved to our new house, the place that was to be a home.
Now, after seven years, it almost feels like a home. Every day I’m thankful for his worst, and best present to me.
What was the best present you ever received?
What was the worst present you ever received?
What is the best present you ever gave?
Hooking up ( a couple of days late) with Lisa Jo Baker and Five Minute Friday.