Our third anniversary was yesterday. I wish I could tell you something profound that I have learned in three years. Granted, Lindsey and I were together for a few years before we got married, so it is not like this is our third year living together or anything like that.
Last year we kept things low-key, since we had a seven month old kid running around the house. Maybe not running, Payton was probably just crawling, or whatever you do at that stage. The first year we went away, Lindsey was pregnant though, so we did not get too crazy or anything.
This year, we did not do anything either. We have a trip coming up to the beach, so we are saving money for that (and for another trip in November). Lindsey wanted to not buy each other anything, but I said no. I told her that it is fine to not buy stuff for Christmas (spend it all on Payton…plus, you know, I’m not religious), birthdays (no real good reasons, just cheapness). Mother’s/Father’s Day (look, I do not expect Lindsey to run and buy me a gift…however, when Payton is older, Payton better get me something!), or Valentine’s Day (it is way too commercial man!).
However, our anniversary is special. That is a day we chose. That is a day we made. So damn it, we are going to be cheesy and buy those gifts for each year. The first year was paper (I got Lindsey a photo book, she got me a map to mark where we have been), last year was cotton (I got her a pillowcase, she got me some shirts).
This year was leather. It is meant to represent the durability of marriage. I thought I was being so smart by going out and getting Lindsey a cute, Kate Spade watch (the band is leather). Guess what? She had the same idea for me…minus the Kate Spade part.
Oddly enough, this is not the first time we have bought each other the same gifts.
I love my wife. I suppose that is something that I have learned after three years of marriage. Sometimes she drives me crazy, but at the end of the day, I love her more and more each day.
