So then, not too long ago we celebrated our 11th wedding anniversary.
I went on line to look up what the traditional gifts are for eleven years and it says they are steel and fashion jewelry – basically power tools or cheap jewelry. If they had checked with me they would know that it’s not steel or jewelry, it is picture frames.
A few days prior, I happened to notice on the calendar that the big day was nigh, so I said, “Dude. Did you know that our anniversary is coming up?”
“Yes,” he lied.
“Really?” I queried. “When is it?”
“It is soon,” he said decisively, “Very. Soon. It is….coming up.”
So because both of us stink at event planning and having ducks in a row, on the day of, we separately snuck off to generic big box stores to buy each other thoughtful meaningful gifts to express our love; gifts that said, “You are the love of my life, you are my passion.” And what better expresses that sentiment than picking up something from the clearance end cap at the very last minute? And I really think that doing it this way is a greater expression of love just because of the creativity and challenge involved.
Later that evening, we went out for dinner and when we got to the restaurant, we handed each other slightly used gift bags which may or may have not featured Rudolph. As they say, it’s not the gift bag that counts, it’s the gift. Okay “they” don’t really say that, just me.
In his bag was a photograph I had taken of Sean and him which I had stuck lovingly placed in a frame that I found at Target for $5.99. But it looked like it cost at least $7.99.
In my bag was a digital picture frame which is now sitting on my desk with the past eleven years literally flashing before my eyes.