I like the things.
I like the pretty things that are made by hand or bought at the store or are cheap or are expensive. Things are nice. I like to amass them and touch them and get all Gollum-y with them.
But then I forget about the things. When we lived in Korea, we bought lots of things. Namely, DVDs. Impromptu DVD stores would open up in vacant storefronts and B and I would buy so many that we we could barely carry them home. We would carry copies of Love, Actually and Full Metal Jacket between our teeth as we lumbered back to our apartment. When it was time to leave Korea, we put our hundreds of DVDs on a boat and shipped them back to the US.
Half of our hundreds of DVDs never made the trip. We had been back in the US for a couple months when we got a letter from the USPS saying that a remnant of the box was found on a freight carrier and could we please describe the contents of the box? Erm, hundreds of DVDs? Possibly pirated?
You can’t take the DVDs with you, but you can remember the tiny storefronts that would open and shill an entire shipping container of pirated DVDs in the span of a day. You remember how you wanted to kill your husband that day because *once again* he didn’t rinse off his breakfast plate, but somehow bonding over your mutual love of Charlie Chaplin in a non-air conditioned store made you remember that your love was stronger than a congealed egg yolk.
We like the things, but the experiences are what we take with us. My mom always told me this when I was growing up and Mother’s Day and her birthday rolled around, and I’d be like fhjhgkjhkdlsahgdkjfgkjd I want to buy you the thiiiiiings!!! She’d kindly reply that things are nice but she just wanted a guaranteed moment when she could be with us.
It’s all true! I hate admitting that my mom was right (I enjoy deluding myself into believing that I am the smartest of all the people and I need no help…lulz), but those moments of bonding are what you take with you. They don’t get lost in a freighter because you chose the cheapest packing tape available.
It’s more of a lesson for me than for B that occasions should be celebrating with doing rather than getting. He’s a Spartan guy who just wants time with his best girl Wee Cee (and maybe some fancy teas and Alexander McQueen underpants. I can’t even.) The perfect gift for his second Father’s Day is a custom love coupon book from Datevitation that I made for him online, filled with outings and dates he can cash in for special C time. I picked from over 350 dates and activities for them to enjoy together, and I customized the text to include inside jokes and stuff that we imagine C to be saying. Once I was done making the book on Datevitation’s website, they printed it out in the good ol’ US of A and shipped it to me.
Datevitation is a family business committed to helping couples treasure the small (and big) moments of their lives. The illustrations in their books are completely customizable for any pairing: you can make a coupon book for your parent, your kid, your best friend, or your romantic partner. Books start at $20 so it makes for a thoughtful yet economical gift.
HOWEVS, since the lovely folks at Datevitation are so groovy, they are offering a special discount for you guys! Use the code WAITINGBLOG for $10 off your purchase in May or June. That means you can get a one-of-a-kind gift for Father’s Day (or any occasion) starting at $10! (True story: I spent $7 on a greeting card for B’s birthday last week. Let that sink in a little. SEVEN DOLLARS PLUS TAX for a piece of cardboard that I wasn’t even wild about. Datevitation books are an excellent alternative to overpriced greeting cards filled with words that are not your own.)
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What is the best activity-gift someone has ever given you?