The best gifts are undoubtedly the unexpected ones. My cute spouse and I have a pact: we do not buy each other gifts just because the calendar says we should. We both hate the pressure of being on the giving end and finding something "just right", as well as being on the receiving end and having to wonder if we'll like what's inside. But we do buy each other things when we see something that the other would undoubtedly like (like the Texas Tech throw that I stayed wrapped up in two weeks ago during the Big Freeze), which makes both giving and receiving on just regular old days--well, it makes regular old days not so regular.
On our first Valentine's Day as a married couple (at the ripe old ages of 50 and 48--no spring chickens here), though, we both broke the rules. I don't remember what I bought for him except a mushy card thanking him from the bottom of my heart for (finally!) marrying me, but I slipped out of the house after he was in bed to put it in his truck so he'd have it first thing. Ever so quietly, I opened his car door and started to place my gift where he would see it as soon as he got in. Much to my surprise, there were a card and single rose in a vase in the passenger side....waiting for morning when he would sneak it into the house so I'd have it first thing. Life is good :)
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