I signed and carried the box into the kitchen. Our third wedding anniversary was this week, and Josh was always ordering things for me.
“I just want to surprise you, Kate,” he said one day while we were lounging on the couch. “It’s just the little things, you know?”
So, naturally, as I took the package to the kitchen, I just assumed that it was from him.
Until I took a pair of scissors and cut through the thick tape.
Opening the package, I found a beautifully embroidered pillow, a note sticking out beneath it. It would have matched our living room décor perfectly.
Happy Anniversary, Josh and Kate! – Taylor.
For a moment, I reveled in the kindness of the gesture.
But then I remembered that there was no way possible that Josh would accept this gift.
“Hey, what’s this?” Josh said, coming back into the kitchen with Emily on his shoulders. “Did we order something?”
“Well, it’s a gift,” I said cautiously. “From your father.”
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