Isn't It Romantic?

Early in our relationship, long before he became Double Daddy, Scott demonstrated an uncanny ability to bestow a gift. Once he learned of my initial plan to be a Studio Art (do-er) major as opposed to my eventual Art History (absorb-er) major, I received this:

Naturally, a standout token was this (note the 10 year anniversary addition we picked out together on the twins' first day of preschool...the diversion on that day was a gift in itself) :

Hands down, the best gift was this two-fer:

Evidence of his thoughtfulness is everywhere. My dresser drawer is brimming with jammies both cute and comfortable---including a pair of footie pajamas---bought for me when I expressed a wee bit of post-partum jealousy over how cozy our cuties looked in their crib.

But my Rorschach response---that first present that popped to mind when the "memorable gift" prompt was given---was none of these. In love's fledgling days, when hours were spent in lengthy talks over topics tender and ideas inane, I fleetingly mentioned an affinity for the now-antique, oft-televised toy monkeys with their noisily clanging cymbals. For reasons unknown, they enthralled me, charmed me, made me smile...yet I'd never even seen one in real-life.

Guests to our home are likely hard-pressed to explain---or understand---why a straight-faced simian sits proudly mid-mantel. Love is the answer.

Many thanks to Mama Kat of Mama's Losin' It for the incentive to opine...go do the same!