My family is big on gift giving. I know a lot of people whose families stop celebrating birthdays after they graduate, or don't give a lot of gifts around Christmas or Hanukkah, no Easter baskets anymore, etc. We still do it all - we make occasions so that we can give gifts (I think I've bought an anniversary gift for my parents every year since I was a teenager...a little ridiculous haha).
Anyway, although we give a lot of gifts, a lot of times they're just things we buy with no real significance.
I mean, it's nice mom and dad, that you went to Urban Outfitters and bought me that _____ (whatever), because you know I love the store, and thank you for the gift receipt, because really you didn't know what exactly I like. Not to sound ungrateful, because I am extremely grateful, but sometimes I wish that we were like my friend A's family. They each make a gift for one member of the family (I think they pick the name out of a hat), anything they want that makes them think of that person. I think that is so sweet, and really, really personal.
I've tried to get more personal with my gifts for my family - I made my mom a scrapbook for Mother's Day, for Father's Day we took my dad out to brunch at the restaurant of his favorite chef...little things like that, when you put some meaning behind it mean so much to me (and I've learned, to my parents too!).
I never seem to get right to the point, do I?
Okay, so when J and I first started dating, we both mentioned that the little things, little cards, little thoughtful gifts, surprises for each other, are things that really make us happy. I love getting flowers, don't get me wrong, but sometimes I think that getting a card or a love letter is a lot more special - at least to me, I don't speak on behalf of all women out there =)
So over the past few months, J and I have just done little things...I started that journal with him (which turned into him buying a journal for me, so now we both have one and trade bi-weekly), he sent me a really sweet card while he was at his job in July, I cooked dinner, whatever. We've just been doing little things to let the other one know that we care and love each other. Oh! And before he left for Canada, me (having no life) wrote him 14 letters, one for each day he'd be away (and I almost didn't finish in time, and seriously made him sit in my driveway/wander around my backyard while I finished up...I'm awful).
When J got back from his road trip to Canada with his brother, he was going to come over my house as soon as I got done with babysitting for the day. When I texted him to inform him that I had gotten done earlier than anticipated, he informed me he was "working on something" and it would take him a little longer to get to my house. Well, he arrived to my house an hour and a half later (payback for making him wait in my yard, I assumed ;] ) with a bottle of strawberry wine for dessert, and a big bag, filled with green tissue paper (which he told me later was because he knows green is one of my favorite colors).
That night, I was cooking dinner (a new recipe - chicken lettuce wraps, which were okay, and Mexican turkey burgers for dinner...sooo delish if anyone wants a recipe) so I wanted to just kind of get it done, and said I'd wait for opening the gift. As we both chopped up vegetables (I was so impressed with myself when I didn't shed a tear while chopping onions!), squished the ground turkey into patties, and mixed the corn and salsa together, he kept looking over at me, smiling so widely and telling me how excited he was to give me my gift.
I love surprises, but the anticipation of the surprise kills me. My mind goes crazy trying to figure out what it could possibly be, and usually I am horribly wrong. But, I did it...I sucked it up and I waited. First, came a card, that was like just perfect. When I opened up the inside, J had written (I'll cut it down a little from the amount he wrote...)
As I stood on the sandy shores of Prince Edward Island, I wished you could be by my side sharing the beauty of this beach. I thought it would be the perfect place to write a message of my love for you. Since you weren't there, I took a picture to freeze the moment, so you can remember that even when you're apart, I'm thinking of you, and my love for you is as vast as the sand on the shore.
I die, I swear I think I almost melted into a puddle right then and there. Like for me, that alone would have been enough, but when I opened up the package, J had bought a shadow box, put shells in the bottom, and matted and framed this picture that he took while at the beach in Canada with his brother:
I know I probably hyped up the surprise too much, and you might be sitting there thinking, "Really? That's what she was so excited about? Big deal!"
I don't know, to me, the little things like that really are the most meaningful. I never get thoughtful gifts like that from anyone, so it's all so new and exciting for me. I have the picture on a bookcase in my room, and every morning when I wake up, it's the first thing I see. (Plus, not onlyyy did I get that, but I also got a journal filledddd with entries =) which makes me just beyond happy). I'm telling you, the little things will do it for me! And, he remembered that shade of yellow is alsooo my other favorite color (and the color of my bedroom walls...almost). I melt. Oh, and he also wrote yet anotherr love note on the back.
What is the best gift you've ever received? (from anyone, it doesn't have to be from a boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife). And what's the best gift you've ever given?
Currently listening to: Landon Pigg - Coffee Shop (I'm in a romantic mood, what can I say?!)
I hope you all have a fabulous weekend, any fun plans?
P.S. The hottie of the week post may be a little delayed this week...I'll be SUPER busy packing up my life because I move into my apartment on Tuesday! So just bear with me if I'm a little behind on responding to comments and checking out all of your fabulous blogs.
You all make me so happy =)
P.S.S. Sorry if you're all tired of hearing about J! I'll tryyyy to blog about other things, I promise!
(Taking a page out of my girl Aubrey's book and ending on a quote...)
It is a risk to love.
What if it doesn't work out?
Ah, but what if it does.