Friday, February 12, 2010
Let me explain.
My poor husband does not think in gifts. Sometimes he brings me flowers he sees outside, and he is more of a "just because" giver. Christmas gifts for me are like pulling teeth. So are birthdays. I have given up trying to be surprised, and instead set him loose on my Amazon wishlist each year now. It's also hard because each month after Christmas has an "event": January - C's birthday. February - Valentines. March - My birthday. April - our anniversary. All of the big things, one after the other.
Growing up, my mom always made sure I went to school with some surprise in my backpack. A stuffed animal, candy, whatever, it was always fun. I think when I first got into a relationship, I assumed Vday would be some incredible day or something. It's not.
I would love to get chocolate or candy, but since I work in a candy store...the novelty of it is not there.
Fine jewelry? I don't need it, and there is very little chance he would pick something without my approval.
He hates stuffed animals (thinking they are a waste of space) and therefore will not get me one.
Meanwhile, there is nothing I can get for him. He does not appreciate chocolate. Could care less. Candy as well. Maybe we'll end up with a bouquet of flowers from one of us to the other! Seeing the amount some people spend on a Valentine's gift sickens me.
But one thing that can always be counted on: I will want to dress up and go out to eat. And C is usually amiable to that idea with little to no prodding.
So, come Sunday night, we'll be out on the town, dressed in semi-formal attire, eating a delicious meal, and stopping somewhere for a photo shoot. And I won't be whining over not getting a humongous paper heart box filled to the brim with chocolate. I'd take spending time with him over any gift he could give me!