The gifts in marriage seem to be literal now. People are so upset over little things. Didnt get the purse they wanted or go to the restaurant. The gifts are one-and-done things, gotta be prepared next year! Once a year to seems weird. The gift I get from my marriage is the life we’ve built. Not the date night. Not the presents. It’s the basic time spent being alive, with them. The things that make up the day and night. Knowing what happened on the other side of the house due to the sounds or words. Always making sure there is a cup of coffee left over for me. Thats love. Effort, time, and action.