She had a twinkle in her eye when she handed me the box. I felt the warm touch of her hand on my face. Kissing me softly, she whispered, “Merry Christmas” and sat down beside me, leaning with that soft smile as I removed the bow and unwrapped the gift.
She does know me better than I know myself, which is good because I am impossible to buy for and even harder to please.
My eyes widened as the image before me was not just a gift, but a work of art. A sculpture with a wrist band that held the present and the future.
These are not just luxury timepieces, they are sacred reminders that time is precious and that we are moving through this world together even when it seems like we are traveling alone.
She knew the only thing I wanted was in front of me now.
It’s more than just a gift. It is a symbol that we will stand the test of time.