A couple years ago, Ben pulled an old hammock from his mission out of the attic and hung it from two trees in our backyard. We had a fun summer in the hammock, and then one end got a little shredded and we threw it away.
We never talked about the hammock again, but this year when I was trying to come up with a good Father's Day present for Ben, I remembered the hammock. And then, in true Kim fashion, I forgot about it two seconds later.
About a week ago it was really bugging me that I couldn't remember what my perfect Father's Day present was going to be, so I asked Ben what he wanted, hoping he might give me a clue. He said something in Nerd language--some part for his 3-D printer. I said, "Huh?" and he said, "I'll just order it myself."
I was off the hook. Score! But it still bugged me that I couldn't remember the perfect gift. A couple nights ago I told Ben this story. "I thought of something perfect for you," I said, "but I can't remember what it was."
And that's when he said, "Don't worry about it...I just ordered myself a Father's Day present." I asked what it was, and he said, "a hammock."