Three years and true measures of love and devotion

As Jesse mentioned previously, we just celebrated our third wedding anniversary. Three years ago, Jesse and I came to the mutual conclusion that what really matters is the marriage and not the wedding so we invited our parents (Tuesday) to join us for an extremely small and private ceremony (Saturday). Since then, I think we have done a pretty good job of keeping true to our original intent: focus on the marriage and the relationship, let go of the silly things that ultimately don't matter (to us at least). Observe:

Thursday evening as we were leaving town for our fun Vegas weekend, we stopped at a Wendy's drive-thru. We both ordered crispy chicken sandwiches. His was spicy, mine was not. Imagine my surprise and disappointment when I opened my sandwich (after pulling out of the drive-thru) and saw that I received some sort of grilled chicken sandwich with honey-mustard sauce on it. Mind you, I have no problem with this particular flavor combination, it's just not what I was in the mood for. Jesse sensed my disappointment (no, really. I swear I wasn't even whining. Much.) and immediately offered to switch sandwiches. This gesture seriously moved me to the point of near tears as I began to gush to him about what a nice and thoughtful and selfless husband he is.

Funny though that both of us forgot to even utter a simple "Happy Anniversary" to one another on our anniversary. We forgot completely. When I mentioned to Jesse how hilarious I found that, he joked that it's because he treats EVERY day as if it's our anniversary. There were no cards given, no presents exchanged, no flowers sent. And I didn't mind a bit. Jesse gave me his chicken sandwich. And just as I'll take a marriage over a wedding without hesitation, I'll take everyday kindness over anniversary presents, too.