This is not a blog that I imagine very many men read but if you do…listen up. And ladies you may want to pass this on to your guy or consider a "Gift of the Heart" for your Honey.
Looking back over decades of relationships with men and the resultant gifts it’s interesting what gifts had meaning to me and which ones are still around. I’m talking about the gifts not the men.
I was reminded last night in a phone conversation about, perhaps the most romantic gift I ever received. During the summer after my freshman year in college I came home and my boyfriend went to a city quite a ways away and we didn’t see each other again until school started. He was living in a big city with VERY little money. Even a phone call had to be carefully budgeted and I believe I only received a couple of those.
We did write. Those lovely, gushy, too sweet for words letters that only the young or newly in love can write and we were both. Back and forth our letters flew all that summer. One day I received a very small package, about 3 x 3 inches square. There was a note inside which explained the contents. Wrapped very carefully in bathroom tissue and cotton balls was a perfect red rose. He had found it on a walk and thought I should have it. Of course, after several days in the mail it was a little worse for wear but that didn’t matter. He had thought of me, taken the time to write the note, wrap and mail a rose he’d snatched from someone’s garden. Nothing much more romantic than that. “It’s the thought that counts”. No wiser words were ever uttered.
I don’t claim to speak for anyone but myself on this one but I’m touched by practical gifts, if thought has gone into it. For years I needed to replace a very old stove. The kids called it Retro…it really wasn’t that old or that cool. Anyway the cost was prohibitive because it had to be a certain kind to fit this location. My boyfriend thought he’d be able to just go buy one…a few hundred bucks, no big deal. Well, it was more like a couple thousand bucks and no matter how much he cared about me that was out of the question.
Later I discovered that he had scoured the city until he found a used stove that fit the space perfectly. He had it delivered and installed it himself. It was a several hours of moving the gas line, running out for parts and reconfiguring some wood work but he did a beautiful job. I now have a stove that looks brand new and I never would have gone to all the time and trouble, but he did and that ‘s why it was such an incredible gift.
Not every guy is into giving roses and most are probably not handy enough to install a stove but everyone has their own talent and ability to pay attention to another’s needs. That’s all it takes guys (and gals). The moral of this blog is: make the gift fit first your pocketbook, then your talent and last but most important your heart.