“Do you really think she will like them?” he worried.
Nestled in the little box were a pair of ear rings set with little diamonds— the total weight probably not a quarter of a carat. A week’s salary had gone into the purchase of the ear-rings, a hard but honest week’s labor.
They are beautiful, he was told. She will love them.
But still he fretted. “Maybe she won’t like them.”
He had bought his gift for his wife’s birthday. He said that he had shopped carefully and finally settled on these ear rings because that was all he could afford. When the heart is full of love, it is hard to settle for something that is perceived as less than perfect. When the world’s gaze rests on the finest gems, the largest houses, the most expensive cars, a pair of ear rings might seem a poor way to express that love.
“What will I do if she doesn’t like them?” he agonized, and nothing that could be said would put his mind at rest.
His wife liked diamonds. He suspected this though she never came out and said it. Perhaps her friends had bigger, more expensive gems. Perhaps, secretly, she envied them. “She deserves a lot more,” he muttered as he closed the box.
Nothing that was said could take away his worry and the worry was contagious and slid into the days that passed because almost everyone has had that thought and that worry sometime and has wondered: is my gift good enough? Will it be pleasing? Is what I do really enough or am I lacking somehow? But when the birthday date had come and gone, there he was again and the question had to be asked—had his wife liked the diamond ear rings?
“She loved them!” He almost shouted the words. “She screamed when she saw them and then she called her mother and her brother and her friends… and anyone else she could think of. She wears them every day—she won’t take them off!”
His smile was incandescent, and if his heart had suddenly become transparent, it would undoubtedly have glowed with that special light reserved for the truly joyful.
So the question is, who is the more fortunate– the wife who thought that those small diamonds were worth the world because she loved her husband or the man who would, if he could, have handed his wife that world along with the moon and the stars?
But perhaps we know the answer already.
To the fortunate
The dewdrops on that flower
Are like diamonds.