Our registry presents get delivered to my office, so that we don't lose any presents to neighborhood thieves attracted to giant boxes on our doorstep.Although this was a smart decision, theft-wise, it also means that I increasingly spend entire workdays thinking "Gift Gift GIIIIIIIIFT. I wonder what it is? I wonder who it's from? GIIIIIIIFT"
It doesn't feel right opening the gifts without Jason. So I don't. Instead, I open the box, read the card, and snap everything shut again so I don't see what's under the bubble wrap. Of course, this misguided attempt at responsibly delaying gratification simply leaves me thinking "GIFT from X!!! Gift from X!!!" all day long.
I still think it would be worse to not read the card. But maybe that's because I need to justify my confused approach to wedding gifts. Sigh.