Valentine's Day is a big day for gift giving -- but not just any old random gift. Flowers, jewelry, chocolate... mmm, chocolate. You know, the gifts that most say, "I love you."
I like getting flowers and jewelry (although my husband seems to think I don't like either of those things). And, naturally, I
love chocolate. But the best part about any gift I receive is the thought behind it. I know it sounds cliche --
It's the thought that counts -- but for me that thought translates as time. And I always feel most loved when someone spends time with me, or in this case, spends time thinking of me.
My dad would buy gifts for us for Christmas and Valentine's Day. He went and picked them out himself. He didn't send Mom to do it. And when he handed the gifts to each of us, he had a great big smile, because he knew we would like them. He knew just what to do to make each of us feel special (and when you have a group of six daughters, that's not an easy feat.).
The best gifts are those that have meaning for both the giver and the receiver. And sometimes the gift isn't a thing at all, sometimes it's just a sentiment. Like when my son said to me, "When I grow up, I'm going to be a chef, so you'll never have to cook again!" See? Now,
he knows the key to my heart!
In
The Parting Gift, David Graham put a lot of thought into the gifts he chose for his loved ones, knowing it would be his last chance to offer them something of himself.
Here's the excerpt:
“Not hungry
this morning, Mr. Graham?” Mara inquired, moving closer to him to check his
pulse and other vital signs. He shook his head feebly. She was busy fussing over
him, when he put his hand on her hand to settle her. She stopped abruptly and
met his gaze. “What is it, Mr. Graham?” He pointed a weak finger toward the
dresser by the door. “Do you need something from the drawer?” she asked. He
nodded, his breath ragged.
Mara opened
the drawer and pulled out two small packages wrapped in brown paper. Blaine
recognized one of them as the one he had helped his father wrap a few days
earlier. The same day they had visited his mother’s grave. David gestured for
Mara to bring them to him, and then struggled to sit up further in his bed. Blaine
supported him as Mara adjusted his pillows. His breaths were labored, and his
voice was barely a whisper when he spoke. They both leaned in closer to hear
his words.
“Mara, your
gift to me was grace. I was angry and bitter and a wounded soul. You didn’t let
me waste away like that. You gave me a second life. Thank you.” He took her
hand and squeezed it gently. A tear slipped down her cheek, but she continued
to smile at the dying man. He held her gaze a moment in silence.
When he
turned toward Blaine, a knot formed in his chest, threatening to squeeze all
the air from his lungs. “Son,” his voice rasped. Blaine remembered how he had
reacted to that name when he had first arrived. “Your gift to me was
forgiveness. My heart’s one wish. You reached past the years of pain and took
my hand in spite of all my mistakes.” With his free hand he reached out and took
his son’s left hand in a frail grasp.
“I know you
would give me anything I asked for, but these are the only things I can take
with me where I’m going.” He fell in to a weak coughing fit. At the end of it,
he gave each of their hands a light squeeze. “I do ask one more thing,” he
whispered as he sucked in another labored breath.
“Name it,
Pop,” Blaine replied. He could feel the emotion building in his throat. Mara
nodded her assent beside him.
“Promise
me,” David started, then his voice seemed to catch behind another series of
coughs. “I don’t want you to be angry about me dying.” Blaine shook his head.
“It’s gonna
be fine, Pop.”
“I know. I
know.” A big smile broke across his thin, frail face. “I get to see my wife
today. I get to be with Emily.”
Blaine’s
heart skipped a beat at his father’s words. “It’s okay, Dad. We don’t begrudge
you that reunion.” He slipped his right arm around Mara’s shoulders for
comfort. Her tears were flowing unashamedly now, though her smile was ever-present. To Blaine, her smile was like the sun shining through
the clouds while it was raining. A perfect recipe for a rainbow. A promise of a
future. Even here at the side of his father’s deathbed.
The packages were still lying on top of David’s
blankets. He released his hold on their hands and took the packages from his lap.
He handed one to each of them. “These are the gifts I want to give you… One for
each of you… But I think… you’ll find… they may go together… someday.” His
breaths were shallow now. “I love you both,” he sighed.
What is the best gift you've ever received?
For the giveaway: The Parting Gift by Rachel Van Dyken and Leah Sanders
(heat level: sweet -- genre: Christian romance)
Blaine Graham lost his mother when he was the tender age of eleven. Grief over the loss drove a wedge between him and his father, and soon proved too difficult for him to deal with. At the age of sixteen, he falsified his papers and made the trip across the border into Canada with his best friend to join the Royal Canadian Air Force and enter the war in Europe as a pilot. Ten years later Captain Graham finds himself flying commercial jets in Boston -- his estranged father and his past life all but forgotten, until the day he receives a telegram from his dying father asking him to come home.
The persistent Mara Crawford, a live-in nurse, has experienced her fair share of loss as well. Her attachment to Blaine's father drives her desire to bring reconciliation between the two men before time runs out for her patient. But her best laid plans didn't include falling in love again.
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