My terrific daughter Elisabeth sent a text shortly before my dear wife Karen’s birthday asking what she might like for her birthday.
Fall-scented candles, I discovered.
Yet that didn’t satisfy the present-hunting itch for my daughter. Later came a question about a device that melted wax. No, I had not heard of it. She texted a photo. A candle without fire, I discovered.
Our birthday lunch included the handing over of the melting device and lots of fall-scented wax. You see some above, immediately set up when we returned home.
You bet that my dear wife likes it. A lot.