I remember setting our small little card table next to the dusty air vent in our small little Provo apartment. Two students, just married, celebrating their first Valentine's Day together as husband and wife. I made a special dish: lasagna with a loaf of Italian bread. He came home from school and we dimmed the lights and dined in our tiny kitchen that still had the horrible yellow and brown tile from the 1960's.
Once dinner was consumed and brownies dished out, we presented our gifts to each other. I, excited about the cuff links I bought him from Banana Republic, begged that he go first because the anticipation was killing me. I knew he'd like them. He had just started wearing French cuffed shirts and they were a symbol he was an adult wearing fancy, adult clothes.
The look on his face when he opened the small box was priceless. Shock. Glee. Sincerely grateful.
He then excitedly handed me his gift to me: a Kit Kat Bar and a card. Ohh! I thought. What could be in the card? Surely something wonderful. He wouldn't just give me a card and a candy bar.
I read the card. It was sweet. It said he loved me. I thanked him and then asked, "Is this... it?"
"Don't forget about the candy!" He said with a proud smile. "It's your favorite."
"It is?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said still as confident as ever.
I told him I really liked Kit Kat Bars, but Snickers was my favorite.
"Oh. But you do like Kit Kat Bars, right?" He asked.
"Yeah. I do," I said half trying to hide my disappointment.
Mature me should have just accepted the gift as a sign of love, but I was young and dumb and quite selfish: I wanted to be as shocked and happy about his gift to me as he was with my gift to him. Sigh. I still had much to learn about life and that giving is not about what you get in return.
Fast forward a year later, Valentine's Day 2006. He sat me on our little bed in our little apartment and handed me a beautiful, velvet box. I opened the present and was so shocked I almost cried- a strand of creamy pearls. It was the most perfect Valentine's gift I had gotten, not just because of the cost, but because he knew I wanted pearls since I was a little girl.
And what did I give him? I'm not sure, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was a Kit Kat Bar.
What's the most memorable Valentine's gift you've ever gotten?