Ironically, I’m writing this when I feel I have very little to give. Yes, it’s been one of those weeks. But this post is about the best gifts I’ve given and received. I’d like to say they’re not materialistic things but that would be a stretch…
When I met my now husband, it wasn’t long before his 29th birthday and we had (and still do) a shared passion for New York. So I dipped into my savings and took us off to the Big Apple for a long weekend, a dramatic gesture when previous dating experiences had seen me paying my half of dinner and little more. But this felt right and it really started our relationship off on the right foot. Holidays with new boyfriends can be a huge risk but we felt right at home, with New York and with each other. And it obviously worked because we’re now happily married, result! So, yes, that’s possibly the best gift I’ve ever given – and one I’m not likely to give again!
The best gift I’ve ever received? That’s tricky. The briefcase I asked for one birthday when I was a kid was pretty damn cool and, despite being under 12, I felt like a true mini business person of the early 90s. I can’t even remember what I kept in it, official and secretive documents no doubt, but I do know it was quite cumbersome to carry around and not nearly as practical as a rucksack. You can’t fit an apple in your briefcase!
Aside from that, getting our first childhood dog was a pretty damn good present. Dad hated pets so when my parents divorved my mum opened the doors to all sorts of animals – first hamsters, then rabbits and after that, guinea pigs. And then there was Henri.
Mum told us the night before that she was bringing a special visitor home from work so we’d need to tidy everything up when we got back from school. She told us no more than that so my brother and I were uber excited. Who could this mystery visitor be?! So, we tidied as we were told, and the house was spick and span by the time mum pulled the car into the drive. With a four legged visitor in tow!
We’d never for one second guessed that she’d be bringing home a puppy, despite the fact we’d spoken about it in the past. And that’s the night we met Henri the Cocker Spaniel, our play mate and mum’s loyal companion who was very much a part of our family for 16 or so years.