Ken gets me a new Christmas ornament every year. I started this tradition during our first Christmas together when I excitedly proclaimed, “We should get each other a new ornament every year!” These are the kinds of things we girls say because it sounds really cute and very couple-like. Kind of like writing your own vows and wearing matching sweaters and asking each other what the other is thinking when it’s quiet. My guess is men might hate these things, but I don’t know for sure. Do you?
Since I’m all about being cute and bossy and controlling, I insisted that this ornament thing happen.
Yesterday was our 15th Christmas in marital bliss. I stopped giving ornaments about 14 Christmases ago. I’m lame. But, NOOOO, Ken had to continue, just to show me up. Little characteristics of our personalities continue to emerge over the years, and his adherence to the ornament rule gives him points for continued determination, dependability and creativity. I just continue to get more controlling and crude.
In reality, those gifts are my favorites every year because they’re nothing if not unique. You can see some others HERE.
This year ornament boy really outdid himself:
If you watched this video of me skydiving in September, then you know the minute I hit ground I looked at the photographer and said, “Holy Shit, Steve!” Hence, the ornament.
Good relationships are about remembering and honoring the little stuff. Giving gifts that tell the receiver, “I know you. I love you. I care about what you care about.”
Holy shit, Ken. You outdid yourself again. (I also got an iPad, which might have scored some additional points).
Get anything good this year?
Back with MRI results tomorrow,
PS: If you want to read about someone who is less materialistic than I, and truly gets the meaning of Christmas, go HERE.