My husband and I celebrated three years of marriage yesterday.

In honor of our anniversary, let me tell you a little about how my husband loves and how this correlates to a glass of ice water.

Robby was off of work both Tuesday and Wednesday. Both Tuesday and Wednesday I came back home from my daily jog to find a glass of ice cold water awaiting my return. Both days my thirst was quenched and my heart warmed.

Today I went on my run while Robby was at work. On my jog back, I found myself just a little bit sad that I wouldn’t have that refreshing reminder of my hubby’s thoughtfulness waiting for me when I got back. To my happy surprise, I turned onto my street corner to see an AT&T truck driving towards me. I squinted, hoping it was Robby but not wanting to smile at and walk towards this truck if it wasn’t. That might be awkward. Thankfully, it was the husband. He sometimes comes home for lunch, and we waved and blew each other quick air kisses before I finished my run. Moments later, I walked back inside, out of breath and in need of some hydration that I was prepared to pour myself a glass of.

But there on the kitchen counter was a glass of ice water, awaiting my return.

I’m surprised that this even surprised me. Because that’s just Robby for you. It’s these little, meaningful moments that have become a constant in my life since I’ve known the dude. In the smallest and biggest of ways, he is always thinking of me. Always doing for me. Always putting me ahead of himself. His ability and capacity to love as big as he does amazes me. He never asks for thanks or recognition, nor do I think that he even expects it. He is good to me because he cares for me, and it makes him happy to see me happy. It’s that simple, yet this simplicity about him still astounds me. I know I often take him for granted, but I still know that what I have found in this boy is incredibly rare. He is just so good, and it’s this goodness in him that I constantly admire and marvel at. I am always finding new reasons to adore and to be grateful for Robby, and I can only hope that one day I can love as selflessly as he loves me.

Okay. Before I cry even more than I already have writing this blog– Here are some pictures with captions:

My anniversary gifts:

My gifts made me excited. You can see how excited below, in this incredibly awkward photo of me:

I suggested going to Casa Ole last night, as this is Robby’s lifetime favorite restaurant. (I occasionally have my sweet moments!) He was excited and it was cute. I got a pretty blue drink.

My husband puts a lot of thought into his greeting cards. Card-shopping with him is not fun, as he will ponder and analyze on which card expresses his thoughts just right for an extended amount of time. This is the same reason receiving a card from his is so special. Here’s what I got yesterday:

Aw.

Oh. And here’s us: