It’s Valentine’s Day here in New Zealand, and I want to tell this story about a boomerang.
About 15 years ago, back when I was a newly minted 21 year old, I went on holiday with my wife to Sydney, Australia. We did the usual tourist stuff, theme parks, swimming, stuffing our faces. We also did a bit of shopping.
As a gag we each took five dollars and went off to find a small gift for the other. She came back with a little blue oil burner and some essential oil and I came back with possibly the worst gift ever given to anyone in good faith.
It was a boomerang.
It was not a quality boomerang. It was a boomerang that, at five whole dollars, was grossly overpriced. She HATED it. Not in an angry way, but in a ‘gently tease you about for the next fifteen years and get a good laugh out of it every time’ kind of way.
But here’s the thing: she kept it. For fifteen years. And for all that time she has resisted any and all attempts to throw it away.
Love is keeping the boomerang.