Valentine’s Day was a bit of a non-event this year. In fact it was an incredibly traumatic day, with no romance about it. We spent part of the day in a place where relationships go to die, which set the mood. It sucked. It also meant I didn’t give The Incredible Hunk his card. There really was not an appropriate time. But as you know, I believe in showing those I love that I love them and for me Valentine’s Day is more a philosophy than a date. So, on the day after Valentine’s Day I gave him my card.
And, you guys, The Incredible Hunk had bought me a camera! (I’d managed to break my last one, sigh). Those of you who know and love me, as well as regular viewers, know how dependent I am on my camera. How being without one leaves me bereft. So you will understand that this was a thoughtful and well received gift. Really, I could not have been more thrilled. Or surprised for that matter, not having expected anything at all. The Incredible Hunk decided there was no point in giving me my card though, he would save it for next year! A true romantic! Although, so long as he’s saving it for me next year I don’t have a problem with that.
That, however, does not mean he isn’t getting any mileage out of the card this year. He told me the other night that he would swap the camera for the card. I immediately agreed. He looked incredulous and said ‘Wow!’. I reminded him that I’d slept with the Christmas card he’d sent me the year we’d met, under my pillow until I’d moved here (Actually, I slept with it in my pillow case, so it was safe and sound). The Incredible Hunk’s Daughter was aghast that I would swap the camera for a card and asked me again about it last night. ‘Kate, would you really swap your camera for the card?’ Yes, I replied, absolutely. ‘But the card is just a card. It can be torn, it will deteriorate, it’s just a card! And the camera – it’s a new camera! You can make thousands of memories with it, you love taking photo’s!’ And again I reiterated that I would definitely exchange the camera for the card, in a heartbeat.
‘Did you really sleep with the Christmas card under your pillow?’ Yes, I really did. The incredible Hunk bought me a very lovely Christmas gift for the Christmas just gone. Something no one has ever done for me and it means a lot, that he thought of the idea and chose to get it for me. As it does with the camera. To be honest though anyone can buy something, no matter how lovely, which is why handmade gifts always have the edge – people are giving you pieces of their heart and soul instead of bits of their bank balance. So, something handwritten by the man I love has more value to me than something he has purchased – even if the gifts have been beautiful and special and thoughtful (THEY HAVE BEEN).
Something in his hand, that I can re-read on the tough days. Something he’s held in his hands, that I can hold in my hands. Something that I can hold onto. To my post-PTSD brain it’s evidence. It’s real.
And that’s why I’d swap. The Incredible Hunk said to me once that words are important to me. He’s right, they are. They are a passion. But then, as we all know, so are pictures.
At the end of the day, though, I guess the words win.
And that’s my last word on the subject 😉 !