The last Christmas that my husband was alive I found my 'special' gift hidden in the branches of our tree. A delicate silver small watch. We always saved that special gift for last...thing is I don't do delicate and he would have known, had he not been dying, that I don't do small because I can't see small...at the time we didn't know he was dying. I simply thought off the gift as a miss..........thought he should know me better by now (17 years) Later of course I realized the real value of his gift, he took himself out alone and bought me a gift.

Sorry I am sure I should not post this,not even sure it makes sense.

Makes perfect sense and that's a lovely story.