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.
This might be my favorite blog post ever.
Happy anniversary! You guys are great. So sweet.
I love you so much I’ll eat both of your sandwiches!
I first read that as, “I love you so much I’ll eat you on sandwiches!” Ü
She WILL eat you on sandwiches. And she’ll gain not a pound doing it. Or a kilo.
The tiny bit of bitterness that I had over not being invited to your wedding is almost completely negated by being invited to your wonderful marriage.
For a special anniversary tribute I think you should revive your post about being obsessed with Jesse’s bum in church. That one made me laugh out loud.
Awwwww! I Like peeking into your marriage. And I’m tempted to elope myself in September because this wedding stuff is TOTALLY OVERRATED!
I’m gonna refer this post to my fiance. And then give him my sammich 🙂
Congrats & Love to you both, but you still can’t play Rook worth a darn
I like your style, Shauna. I have similar feelings about Guilt-Gifts. When a man is a real bas$@*d then buys you jewelry or something to make you forget about it. My private joke when I see a woman with exsessive jewelry or a really big diamond is “man, her husband must really be a piece of work”
Of course that’s not always true… ; )
Shauna, you are the most wonderful daughter on the face of the earth. I can’t tell you in words how proud I am of you. Your dad and I have similar feelings about gifts and big weddings, but are not nearly as kind to each other as you and Jesse are. At least we have half of the “Shauna” attitude! By the way, where do I find this post about Jesse’s bum???