Bary and I started dating in October 1993. Christmas came quickly and I did not know what to get him. I wanted to give him something thoughtful, but not too personal. I decided on a
stocking. I filled it with candy, his favorite gum, soda, and two
Civil War paperbacks. I may have not spent a lot of money but I wanted him to know that I paid attention to what he liked, that I paid attention to him. After that, our tradition was set. Each Christmas
Eve we exchanged stockings. Some years those little things were our only gifts to each other but they were more special for it.
While we were dating
My stocking two years later was my most memorable. He had bought me a romantic ornament from the Hallmark store,
chocolate, expensive perfume, and other little things. At the bottom of
my stocking was a small box...
After 15 years...
We still exchange stockings each Christmas Eve
after our girls are "all snug in their beds," and each year his gifts
are loving and thoughtful. Little things I have mentioned, little
treasures I sigh over. And every year I remember the feel of the jeweler's
box on the tips of my fingers, how my heart beat faster as my hand
closed around it, knowing. How my breath caught as he asked me to marry
him. How I know I would still say yes today and every day in between.