Many years ago, for my 10th wedding anniversary, I asked for a special collection of hardbound books: the complete works of Mark Twain. They were over $300, and my then-husband thought I was insane. Like, “who gets books for a special anniversary???”
Anyway, I was sure he wouldn’t get them for me, and everything he did supported that belief. He gave me a watch at home, then whisked me away for a surprise weekend get-away. At the hotel, he gave me a diamond tennis bracelet (the watch had been a ruse). The bracelet was beautiful, and I was very happy about the gift. I thanked him profusely, of course.
In the corner of the hotel room, there was a cardboard box that I’d paid no attention to, thinking it was hotel supplies or something. He finally had to direct me to check out that box. Inside it were the books I’d asked for. I jumped up and down, and threw myself at him for a big hug. Still love those books! Awesome anniversary, all the way around.