Emma spent hours either wrapping her gifts or placing them in coordinating bags and then followed up with delightful and special cards with special thoughts attached. Even the bows were selected with care.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever witnessed such care with gifts, wrappings, bows and cards, Emma. You really delight in the wrap and cards as much as the gift giving.”
“I do. I could literally spend hours in card shops. I love finding something unique and special that fits.”
Nathan hugged her close. “You are constantly surprising me. I love seeing all the various angles and depths and nuances that you possess.”
“I don’t think I’m that different,” Emma countered.
“I can’t wait to see the looks on all their faces when they see the wrap, the card and then the gift. I sincerely doubt there will be a dry eye in the house. Not to mention the comical cards you’ve also obtained.”
“Yeah, but it’s supposed to be special.”
“That’s not a complaint, Emma, rather an observation about you, how special you are, how much you care.”
“In that case, thanks.” Pulling him closer she responded with, let me show you how much I care.”