This is a hard one.
My lovely boyfriend surprised me this holiday by traveling hours by plane, showing up at my doorstep dressed in a suit (and he's not a suit-wearing kind of guy, so the very act of wearing the suit through the airport and on the plane was a gift in itself). He was carrying a dozen pink roses, and he somehow--in a single motion--handed me the flowers AND scooped me up into his arms...
Then he whipped out the Tiffany's box.
(No, Mom. Not a ring-sized box).
Anyway, (fair warning: the ending of this story is kinda anti-climactic) he gave me the signature heart-toggle bracelet--beautiful!; but, after much thought, I decided that another, similar bracelet is more my style. So I even-exchanged, and we all lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story is this: if someone gives you a special (read: expensive) gift, with the intention that you will wear/use it often, then I believe you should honor their intention, with honesty and sincere gratitude.
Thank you, darling. I love you, and I love the bracelet.
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