I got her a nice lightweight cotton robe last month as well as a birthday card.
When I showed Brian the robe, he said “she’s already got a robe that color”. Exactly this color? “I don’t know, but it looks like the one she wears.”
I wrap it this morning and sign the card. He took it with him when he left for work and dropped it off at her house.
About fifteen minutes later, the phone rings. It was his mom.
“Thank you so much for the duster! How did you know I needed one?”
The one she’s been wearing? The one that looks exactly like the one I bought? It was her mother’s. Who died seventeen years ago in April.
I sang “Happy Birthday” to her and wished her a great day.
Men. I’m sure glad I went with my gut.
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