We meet again at the check out. "Where's your hyacinth?" she asks. "There were none left, but that's okay," I say. In my head I am thinking I'll ask hubby to pick one up for us. When I get outside, she's waiting for me, hyacinth in hand. "Happy Easter! I want you to have this," she says.
I protest, but then I remember how one of the best things you can give a gift-giver is the joy of having given the gift to a grateful recipient (admittedly it took me a long time to get this). "Thank you very much," I respond. "And I know that you will get exactly what you need, when you need it most."