Intermittently, one of my daughters visits with two large carrier bags with gifts (for no reason) each wrapped in paper or tissue which is my colour of the moment, elicited by questioning me some weeks earlier.
A single wrapped rose. A helium balloon with 'Mum In A Million' in script. A lace edged cami. Leather gloves, 4 pale pink linen napkins, L'Occitane hand cream, a reed diffuser, deckle edged writing paper and tissue lined envelopes, all exactly things I covet and am thrilled to receive.
She makes me close my eyes and feel each parcel and guess the contents before I can open it. Then she makes tea and opens a box of cakes while I wipe my tears.
Those unexpected gifts and the thought that she spent so much time choosing and wrapping them, make me deeply emotional.
The thing is, that we often lock horns as we are very much alike personality wise, so the fact that we never fall out and value each other very much is my blessing.