FATHER'S DAY GIFTS

It's Father's Day. Some think of fancy poetry, expensive gifts.

Kinya? I have to draw in my breath, shake my head, and just think, God, the Creator, is Wonderful. Have you ever sat down and tried to think of something original? It is so much easier to come up with maybe something on the good side that's an adaptation of something already in existence...Food companies call it "New and Improved"; Greeting cards call it "The Next Best Thing"; Remodeling establishments compare" Before" and "After" conditions. But only God can create a person so uniquely original yet meeting needs exactly the way He wants.

Especially since my fall last year, Kinya has been quick to fly to my needs. If I look outside, and the weather looks conducive to a short walk, no matter how involved Kinya may've been in browsing the newest line of computers or watching world trading, he will drop everything and shut it all down, jumping up to come with me at a moment's notice; he will not risk my having another spill when out alone.

Altho' wildlife photography used to be my hobby, Kinya is now the one who excitedly spots and tells me about the swimming turtle or the bird hidden in the branches--I don't have to worry about boring him.

And when I asked, last year, if he'd get me the bare minimum push-cart to help me walk, he said he'd seen a bargain at a store quite a distance away and offered to walk to get it--I didn't realize he'd seen online the variety available there and bought me a deluxe type I'd never have purchased myself.

Father's Day gifts. Wait a minute. Aren't they supposed to be gifts bought for Dads, not gifts Dads buy for their families? This blog post was backwards. Oh well; it was about the gift of love anyway--and it goes both ways, hopefully.