I caught my breath when he handed me the tiny gift. It was wrapped in pretty paper and tied with a tiny bow.
"Happy Anniversary," he said.
"A gift? For me? But I didn't get you anything. We never exchange gifts," I stammered.
"Don't get excited. It isn't much," he replied.
I held the tiny package in my hand, wondering what it could be. Is it a charm, a locket? A ring? A ring! I held my breath as I began to gently remove the paper from the tiny box.
What if I don't like it, I thought to myself. What if he spent too much money? Why didn't I get him something? He knows we don't exchange gifts. My mind was racing. It was the excitement of such a tiny package. Or maybe it was the wine.
As I opened the tiny box, a small sheet of folded paper slipped out and onto the table.
I unfolded the paper. I saw his familiar scrawl and read the words.
Anniversary ring/Engagement ring upgrade.
I smiled, moved that he remember I had said long ago, before kids and mortgage payments and college funds, that I had wanted a diamond anniversary ring on our 10 year anniversary.
I thanked him for the gift and told him that I was touched by such a sweet gift.
I know that this anniversary isn't the one where I will be upgrading my engagement ring or getting an anniversary ring. Maybe the 20th or the 25th. Maybe never. Really though, it doesn't even matter.
As I was unpacking from our trip, Sarah picked up the box, opened it, saw the tiny note and said, "That's it? That's all you got?"
"That's all I needed."