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I will never forget my first Mother’s Day . . . breakfast in bed complete with a rose in a bud vase, waited on hand and foot all day, dinner out . . . you name it I had it. Now that’s what Mother’s Day is all about, right? Wrong! That lasted about two years and then our lives became so bogged down with everyday responsibilities I just never felt I could take a whole day to pamper myself. Maybe breakfast in bed would be squeezed in, but that lasted about fifteen minutes and was accompanied by kids and dogs, all anxious to take advantage of my perceived “trapped” state tucked under the covers with a tray precariously balanced on my lap.

Two years ago, twelve years into motherhood, I had just made the usual calls to both my mom and my husband’s mother to wish them Happy Mother’s Day when the doorbell rang. I had no idea how much I had missed the big “to-do” of my own Mother’s Day until the moment I saw my husband standing at the door dressed as a delivery man and holding out an arrangement of irises, “delivery for Mrs. Stone” he said quite formally.

I reached out to take the flowers with what I’m sure can only be described as a look of shock. “Thank you young man” I replied as I accepted them, “would you like to come in for a cup of coffee? I’m afraid I don’t have any change for a tip.”

“Why, yes, thank you ma’am. I’d like that very much. Delivering flowers is much harder than most people realize you know.” Ronnie joined me in the living room as I sat the flowers on the coffee table and went to get us each a cup of coffee. When I returned, he had removed his delivery man’s cap and was gently rearranging the flowers, all three of the kids watching on with happy grins.

“Why look here! There’s something stuck down in these flowers!” he exclaimed as though surprised. At that, he dropped all pretenses and extracted a small golden box and held it in his hand, saying, “Janice, I’m afraid I’m very guilty of getting so wrapped up in everyday things that I don’t take the time to tell you what a terrific wife and mother you are. Mother’s Day slides by with barely an acknowledgement, but today I’m going to take advantage of the occasion to show you my appreciation.” He was joined by a chorus of enthusiastic “Happy Mother’s Day Mommy. We love you!” from the kids.


I watched as he opened the lid of the box and removed a Mother’s ring with birthstones for each of our children and slid it on my right ring finger. “Thank you sweetheart for all that you do. I apologize for not saying it often enough, but it’s always something I’m aware of. I love you very much.”


After years of Mother’s Day being just another day, my wonderful husband and children had just turned it into one of the most special days of my life.


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When my husband and I were children we attended the same grade school in a small Iowa town. Every year at Easter our teachers would make up little baskets for each child, and every day a different child would have a basket hidden somewhere in the room. In it would always be some little treasure chosen especially for that child. It was a tradition that we all loved and looked forward to every year.

Our Easters for our own children have been made special by this tradition year after year, but as our two daughters grew older it became harder and harder to surprise them with something special. The usual candy was accepted with delight, but we wanted to make this a tradition that stuck with them with a true “treasure” to remember each year.

I had the brilliant idea of adding some tiny diamond chip earrings to each basket when the girls were 11 and 13, and my husband thought the idea was terrific. I found just the right earrings and eagerly awaited the excitement of our daughters on Easter Sunday.

Funny, though, on Easter Sunday there were half a dozen little baskets sitting on the table and I had only prepared two! What was going on?

I handed the girls their baskets and both my husband & I were pleased that they were so happy with their special gifts. They immediately put the earrings on and exclaimed they felt like princesses.

My husband turned to me and said, “Now it’s your turn to find your treasure honey!” as he handed me a basket. Beneath the malted milk eggs and jelly beans I found a perfect little sapphire, unset and waiting to join the three other matching sapphires I found in the other baskets.

“Honey, I wanted this to bring back the memories of how wonderful it was to find your own personal treasure for Easter, and I want to thank you for being my Easter treasure every year. Tomorrow we’ll go pick out a special setting to put these in.”


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Shelly knew Christmas wasn’t a big time of the year for Sam. He dutifully cut down a tree, strung the lights, and even hung a few ornaments, but he never really seemed to get into the “spirit” of the season.

On Christmas morning, Sam sipped his coffee and watched patiently as the kids tore into their gifts with great enthusiasm, “oohing” and “aahing” over all the fun stuff. Shelly took great pleasure from unwrapping each of her packages precisely as she prolonged the enjoyment of each gift. There was a nice blouse from her Mom, a very pretty outfit from Sam (which she had picked out herself), some cute handmade gifts from the kids, and various odds & ends from her friends and family.

Sam quietly enjoyed opening his gifts but was more interested in watching everyone else. When it seemed as though there were no more gifts under the tree, Sam reached way back and handed Shelly one last package. It was heavy, too heavy to be those earrings to match the necklace he’d surprised her with eons ago. Unwrapping the box, she pulled out, of all things, a blender.

Well, after all, he was a practical man. He did love her and this showed it . . . she guessed. “Open it” he said, “this is the best one on the market.”

Opening the box, she pulled the blender out and saw that it contained a lavishly gift-wrapped little box, and she began to feel butterflies in her stomach. She reached down in and pulled the box out. When she opened it, she found her matching pair of diamond earrings. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at Sam. He matched her teary gaze as he said, “Honey, I love you. Merry Christmas”.


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It was New Years Eve, the dawning of the new year, and here they were getting ready to crawl into bed at ten o’clock just like any other night of the year. No amount of coaxing could convince Derrick to stay up to celebrate . . . “we can celebrate tomorrow”, he said, and Anne , though she was a bit miffed, decided that celebrating tomorrow would just have to do.

Being somewhat of a night owl, Anne always enjoyed reading in bed before going to sleep. Derrick, on the other hand, was gone the minute his head hit the pillow. This night was just like any other . . . or was it?

The day before, Derrick had gone to the store and purchased a copy of the book Anne was currently reading, and that afternoon he had replaced her copy with the one he had bought. Only, this one had a little surprise in it. About fifteen pages beyond where Anne had stopped reading last night he had carved a perfectly-shaped little niche for the stunning emerald ring he had bought her to celebrate the beginning of a new year together.

As Derrick climbed into bed, Anne had just picked up the book and started reading. He put his head on the pillow, closed his eyes, and a few minutes later heard her laugh in pure pleasure. She exclaimed, “Oh my gosh! You are the most wonderful man in the whole world!” as she grabbed him and began to shake him.

He rolled over with a dumb, sleepy look on his face, and said “Happy New Year sweetheart” . . . then pulled out the champagne and two glasses he had stashed under the bed.


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