Or, alternately, what gift have you given that you believe to be meaningful?
I can only remember one gift. An outdoor patio table and umbrella. Still got them, but the glass top table got broken when the wind knocked it over and the umbrella is pretty beat up nowadays. I replaced the table top with a piece of plywood, white-washed with a blue tint that makes it look like a full moon.
Couldn’t name any other gift. Still married, by the way.
My husband’s younger sister was barely a teen when we married, and a very sweet girl. She made us a beautiful embroidered sampler with the wedding vows, our names and our wedding date. I am sitting in my home office right now, and it is a featured item on a large bookshelf in here where I display many of my most treasured sentimental things.
We got a kitcheaid stand mixer for our wedding, back before they started using plastic gears. We’ve probably used that mixer 2-3 times a week for 16 years.
I received a nice bamboo chopping block from my co-workers when I got married. It works great and looks nice and it has survived better than most of the other gifts we received.
An extended cousin of mine was a Catholic priest and spent most of his time in the priesthood doing missionary work in rural Central Africa. He couldn’t come home … and I’m pretty sure he wasn’t even invited. He shipped a small hand carved, stone statue as a present. It was both a nice piece of art and in a style that had some traditional meaning with respect to unity. He included a nice handwritten note that both explained the origin and offered more than generic or perfunctory wishes.
I got it in the divorce.
An old family friend gave us a sugar and creamer set that was handmade by a potter in the town I was born in. Still think of her almost every morning when I use it.
The synagogue choir sang at our wedding, so we sent them all invitations. We tried to get word around that we didn’t want gifts, but we got some anyway.
There was a woman in the choir who had mental health issues, and she gave us a pack of Bic pens, with a ribbon on it. We took it home with all the gifts. When we were opening them, and getting ready to make a list of all the gifts (and there were lots of cards with cash), we had a tablet of paper, and I said to DH, “Do you have a pen?” and he held up the packet of Bics, so that ended up being the first gift we used, and I said so in the thank you note.
BTW, I took the list on our road-trip Honeymoon, and got all the Thank You notes written before we got back, mostly while DH, who did 80% of the driving, was napping.
The second best gift was a PetSmart gift card. We went on a road trip to the Grand Canyon with our three dogs, and used the card to buy dog gear for the trip, like folding water bowls, and a thing to keep their food in that they couldn’t get into in the car. Also, shears for our Giant Schnauzer, so she could have a short cut for the hikes.
We got a lot of creative gifts from people who knew we didn’t need household stuff. My brother renewed our subscription to The Skeptical Inquirer.
Everyone ignored our wedding registry and gave us cash. Only one guest gave a “real” gift and that was a butter spreader with a beaded handle. We didn’t ask for that but it looks pretty for a butter spreader and she thought enough to pick out an item for our home so I guess she wins.
That’s not to snark on the cash gifts, mind you. They just don’t fit under the OP.
My aunt gave us a Seder plate. She was a dear aunt to me, and Passover is my favorite holiday. I think of her every year. My daughter is named for her and I plan on giving her the Seder plate some day.
The best wedding gift I received was my husband. 
A dear friend exchanged the toaster he’d gotten us and bought us this one instead
We were on a budget at the time and some things fell in the cracks. Friends of ours knew we hadn’t thought about our honeymoon digs (since we were in the middle of a softball tournament anyway), so they sprang for that. I really appreciated it because they were thinking of what we truly needed and didn’t have much money left over for. So sweet.
And now I want a peace sign toaster too.
The mother of one of my groomsmen made a decoupage plaque of our invitation. It’s still hanging on the wall, right under our picture.
Meaningful in a different way, my sister-in-law gave us a pincushion and a box of pins.
Not a wedding gift, but I was going with my parents to the fiftieth birthday party for one of my father’s oldest friends. (They had been college roommates in New Haven.) We bought a “regular” gift, although I can’t remember what it was. (A sweater, perhaps?) But we happened on a flea market-type sale at the local mall. One stand was selling old books and magazines, where I found the Life Magazine from the week he was born, for only five bucks. So we added that to the gift box.
He was absolutely fascinated by the magazine and was looking through it so much that he ignored the party guests for a while. (It helped that he was an amateur photographer.)
A couple of years later, he tried to do the same thing for his wife’s fiftieth birthday, but that issue was impossible to buy cheaply, because she was born the week of the Pearl Harbor attacks.
Money. No, wait, hear me out.
We were both in our 30s when we got married, first marriage for each of us. I’m Australian, he’s from the US. We didn’t need anything–the money went to pay for visa applications and everything that comes along with that. Helping us pay for that (and it’s surprisingly expensive) was the best wedding gift we could have been given.
For my wedding shower my friends gave me a homemade recipe book. Each of them contributed two or three of their favorite recipes, and included notes about where the recipe came from and why it was special. Some of them were family recipes handed down through generations.
It was very personal and heartfelt, and I still use it all the time.
Kind of dark, but very meaningful to me and luckily I have never had to use the gift. When I got married my grandfather gave me an older model revolver. He said, “There’s no record of this gun. If your husband ever beats you, use this to kill him.”
We invited my late father’s aunt, who was in her mid-nineties. She sent back a nice note thanking us for the invitation but saying she couldn’t come because she was “too old.” She enclosed a $5 bill. I cried.
An automatic, electric egg cooker.
When I saw it, I thought “What a stupid, single function piece of equipment”.
But we used it for YEARS. Always had eggs cooked to the degree we wanted, without watching/timing, had a poaching option that was great for homemade “Egg McMuffin”. Over the years, I laughed to remember my initial thoughts.