Our anniversary often falls at a very busy time of year - right before Easter. For Jesse this is just as chaotic as the week or two before Christmas. Not exactly ideal. But, as a result, I'm learning (slowly but surely) a simple lesson of being grateful for small things like a nice dinner out (in between Jesse's meetings/rehearsals), a thoughtful card and a bouquet of my favorite flowers (a day late, but still perfect). Sometimes we don't get to have a fancy night away, and that's okay. This year was simple, but just as wonderful.