David always says that he isn't a very good gift giver, but he's wrong. He's a great gifter.
Our first married Valentine's Day, we were dirt poor college students and he remembered that I had admired a flannel shirt in the little boy's section at Wal Mart, so he got it for me along with a kitten notebook and a jar of my favorite salsa verde. To date it's one of the best gifts I've ever been given.
On our second anniversary, he found a 1980's Schwinn on Craigslist, bought it, and fixed it up for me. I rode it to and from campus a million times, and for my birthday a few years later he got me red tires for it. Red! Once Joony came along we hooked the trailer to it so we could ride around town together and that bike hauled me, Joony, and often our groceries for the week.
In June of last year, I'd applied to my master's program but hadn't been accepted yet. I was a ball of nerves, convinced my writing sample was total crap and I would be receiving a "Thanks for applying, but..." letter any day. My birthday came and I still hadn't heard anything. When I opened a laptop from David, he shrugged and said simply "You'll need it, you know, for school. For writing." While it was a very practical gift (there's no way I could be doing this much writing on the iPad I was using before), it was also a deeply touching one. Knowing that he believed in me, that he truly thought I would be accepted, made me feel so looked after and loved.
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