Blake gave me a pair of diamond earrings for my birthday the first year we were married. When I say diamond earrings, I mean the kind you get at Walmart so they aren't technically diamonds. When he gave them to me, he had said he wished they were real but since he was going to school we couldn't really afford them. I put those earrings on and I can count on my hand the number of times I have taken them off since my 20th birthday.
Three years later:
We went to the pool on Monday. It was a fun filled day of soaking up rays and watching Sadie splash around like a mad woman. When we got home, I ran to take a shower to rinse the chlorine off. I made a quick glance at the mirror and noticed that my right ear lobe looked a little bare. Sure enough, my earring was gone. It was lost forever.
I was sad. Not because it was an expensive piece of jewelry (because it wasn't) but I was sad because those earrings meant a lot to me. I have good memories of when Blake gave them to me. He had told me about going to Walmart and how the lady at the jewelry counter had helped him pick them out. I know he was excited to give them to me. I have worn those earrings proudly and I guess you could say they represent the love I feel for Blake. Okay, am I getting too sappy? I think I am. But I guess what I am trying to say is that it's funny how the inexpensive, but thoughtful gifts can mean so much more than the expensive, flashy ones.