This story starts several years ago, 14 to be exact. It was Jeremiah and I’s first Christmas as a married couple. Kind of a big deal.
I honestly don’t remember the details because that was a long time ago and, well, I’m old. I can tell you that gifts are part of my love language, but we didn’t have very much money then so my expectations were pretty low to start with.
I have no real idea what I got him that year. I’m sure it was awesome though. 😉 So we will assume that he opened his amazing gift from me and then I opened my gift from him. A fiber optic poinsettia. Here’s a picture but I made it less obnoxious over the years. Think bright gold fabric around the bottom.
He was really proud of his gift and was sure that I would love it so I did the nice wife thing and simply said, “Thank you.”
He explained to me how a lady at work told him that I liked it. Um. Okay. This lady was like 80. Super sweet, but 80 none the less. She would chat with me every time I came in the store(my husband works for a major retail store). I remember going in the store one time and there was a display of fiber optic poinsettias. She commented how they were really pretty and I simply said yes in agreement. Apparently she passed on that information to Jeremiah who legitally thought I liked them.
Every year I would set out my poinsettia so he wouldn’t know I didn’t like it and hurt his feelings. I can’t remember when I finally told him the truth about it but he knows the story now. Funny thing is I still set that fiber optic poinsettia out each year because now I really do love it. Not because I magically think it’s beautiful but because it’s a part of our story. It’s been with us from the beginning and it reminds me of where we’ve come from and how much we have to look forward to.
Sometimes the gifts are epic and sometimes he epically fails. The point is that the gift doesn’t really matter. It’s about loving each other. And making memories that become a part of your story. Now I wouldn’t trade that fiber optic poinsettia for the best gift in the world because I wouldn’t have this awesome story to remember our first Christmas together.