A Father's Gift

I cannot remember when it started. I think it was only when we were out of the apartment but I could be wrong. Whatever the case, one evening, my father-in-law showed up at the door with a gift. For me. As I opened it, I found a beautiful red poinsettia. I was so touched. A gift from my FIL for me. And it has happened almost every year since. Sometime in the weeks leading up to Christmas, he shows up, by himself, with a beautiful red poinsettia. One year I waited and waited and waited. He never came. I didn't want to act like it was expected but I was so disappointed. I told him later on after the holidays that I really missed getting that gift from him. He laughed. He said he didn't think I really cared. Oh, how wrong he was. I absolutely love it. I always give him a really big hug. It is a big deal to me. Maybe because I don't remember getting flowers from my dad. Whatever the reason, I was thrilled and touched all over again when he showed up two nights ago with that beautiful simple gift. A father's gift.