Joel is a real man - a blogger without a blog. He's a respected member of the FB Dad Bloggers page I hang around too much - without a blog. He has a lot to say, a ton of technical talent, and a deep love for his family - again, without a blog. He writes here and there, claims to "teach WordPress," whatever that is - right, without a blog.
Sometimes he shows up on some of the Dad Bloggers sites. I'm really not sure how he does it... but, today I am pleased to introduce him as a guest poster.
I am hopelessly unromantic, which is odd, because I am a hopeless romantic. Blogless Joel is both. I'd have probably written something snarky or something saccharine sweet about my never-ending love for the twins. Joel does a much better job for Valentine's Day.
Three Romantic Gift Ideas from an Anti-Consumerist Cynic
I immediately created an email address for our infant daughter as a gift to my wife. It would be an electronic time capsule of love and memories that we could use to share our present day thoughts with the future versions of our children. Nevermind that Google’s Terms of Service prohibit creating accounts for other people.
I can't recommend this idea enough. It's been so nice to be able to drop my daughter a line whenever she makes me laugh, makes me smile, or makes me question my sanity.
The bad times:
And the silly times:
Above all else, we use it as a tool for passing down our thoughts at various stages of our lives to our daughter, who can read them at various stages of her own life. I want to capture my thoughts and preserve them as they happen, so that my children can revisit them from time to time—either to remind them how to think or perhaps how not to think.
I suppose that is why some parents blog. What is a blog but another time capsule of love and memories, albeit with a larger audience? I don’t have a blog like the excellent “ihopeiwinatoaster”, but I am not without a voice. I am not without an audience. Through this gift, my wife and I have the best audience of all, every future version of our daughter: bratty teenage daughter, jaded high school daughter, introspective college daughter, and mature and wonderful adult daughter.
Just yesterday my daughter asked how my day was, and I said "Pretty good, lots of meetings and deadlines." She responded, "DEAD LIONS?!" Haha, yes, slaughtered lots of lions today, honey. Adorable. I immediately fired off a record of the memory to my daughter’s email address, FuturePresidentOfTheUnitedStates@gmail.com. I can imagine her 50 year old self reading this small bit of humor and laughing, and then telling her Chief of Staff to get her a coffee. “If you forget the cream and sugar one more time I swear to God you’ll be polishing the Oprah Memorial with a toothbrush!”
"It's the thought that counts."
When it comes to gifts, I do believe it is the thought that counts. Very little thought is put into store bought greeting cards, even if you spend 45 minutes in Hallmark before deciding on the Garfield card where he admits he actually loves Odie (but not as much as Lasagna!).
So for your next obligatory holiday gift, spend some time thinking of a gift that truly reflects YOUR feelings. Find something that will last, something that will remind your wife of where you've been together and where you're heading, whether it's hideous curtains, shoddy jewelry, an email account, or something even better.
Or if you don’t have a significant other but you want one, head to your local Hobby Lobby, pretend you're picking out fabric to sew some curtains, and ask Ruth about her granddaughter.