My husband planned on waking up extra early this morning so we could exchange cards (or as he calls it, “exchanging our pieces of paper) for our first anniversary today. We did that, finding it humorous that we expressed the same sentiments in prose (him) and in poetry (me). Then, he asked, “Do you want to exchange gifts now?”
“I thought you wanted to wait until the end of the day,” I responded.
“I did, but…” his voice trailed off.
“Then let’s exchange them now,” I said in an upbeat tone. Then I paused. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he replied firmly.
I took off for the closet where I was keeping his gift while he walked to his dresser where mine was housed. We came back to the living room and plopped down on the couch at nearly the same time. His main gift was too big to wrap (a customized wood valet for his “stuff”), so I said, “Why don’t you open yours up first? After all, I opened my Chanukah gift first.”
“Okay,” he replied.
He opened it and seemed to be pleased.
Then it was my turn. I was handed a bag, which I opened methodically since it was wrapped meticulously. “Did you wrap this?”
“No,” he replied seeming somewhat flattered and amused at the same time.
I opened the box, inside the bag, and found a lovely necklace. “I LOVE IT!” I exclaimed.
The necklace was something I never would’ve gotten for myself, but something that was idea for our first anniversary together.
And then… I went to work (and had a great day with my kids, so no complaints).