Friday, February 14, 2014

The Best Valentine's Day Present

I remember our first married Valentine's quite well. In fact, I doubt I'll ever forget it. My husband brought me home a gnome. Yes, you read that right. A gnome.



It's one of those memories I like to look back on and laugh. Hysterically.

Kelly walked in the door that night and ran straight to our bedroom. He shut the door and I could hear him hurriedly wrapping something.

Of course, I was excited. He's gotten me jewelry, I thought to myself. It's what I had asked for. And I married a man who would definitely buy me jewelry. He did when we were dating.

He came out of the room carrying a lop-sided saran-wrapped bag. I think my mouth dropped open. I instantly knew he did not get me jewelry. I could distinctly see a single red rose sticking out the top of the messily-assembled bag and a brown basket.

Smiling, I took the bag and began unwrapping. Inside was a small vase holding the single red rose, a pack of gum and a garden gnome.

I picked up the gnome and looked at him. "This was an interesting choice."

"You said the other day that you always wanted a garden gnome," he smugly replied.

I gave him a kiss and started laughing. Only my husband would come home on Valentine's day with a gnome. But you know what, it was the most thoughtful gift I've ever been given. The best Valentine's Day present was the laughter that accompanied that silly garden gnome.

That Valentine's Day taught me a lot about my husband. First and foremost, he's a unique man. A few months later, he gave me a vacuum for our first anniversary. He likes to buy me things for the house because he knows that's where my heart is. And secondly, he's a much better listener than I give him credit for.

We spend a lot of time focusing on the idea of Valentine's Day. Flowers, chocolate, and jewelry. But Valentine's Day is about celebrating the person who has stolen your heart. Not just today, but every day.

What's the best Valentine's Day present you've ever been given?

--Jessica


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