Also known as: There is nothing as special as giving
Tonight I gave a friend of mine a little book. She grew up with Julia Child as a family friend and has fond memories of being at her house. She also loves cats. The book is called "Julia's Cats." When I saw it, I knew it was for her.
There was no special occasion, and I was impatient to give it to her, so when I discovered today was was Julia Child's 100th birthday and found myself giving my friend a ride home, I took advantage of the moment. I grabbed it from my back seat and handed it to her. Nothing ceremonious. I had kind of wished I'd made it a more special moment, but instead it was kind of spontaneous.
It was still a special moment. She caressed the picture of Julia on the back of the book, a picture that looked like how she remembered her. From a time when both of my friend's parents were still alive, a long time ago.
It didn't matter that I didn't wrap it or present it in a formal way or at a significant occasion. She was moved, deeply touched, and it was heartwarming for me to give her that kind of gift.
As she got out of the car, she thanked me again, and we wished each other "Happy Julia Child's birthday." Something new to celebrate together.
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