Some memories don’t come from big milestones or grand celebrations. Sometimes, they’re born out of small, ordinary moments that surprise us with their depth. For me, one of the most unforgettable memories I have with my wife began with something as simple as a jar of pickles.
It was a quiet evening when my wife, who was pregnant at the time, suddenly confessed a craving. Out of all the foods she could have wanted, what she longed for most were McDonald’s pickles—the kind tucked between soft buns and slices of cheese, salty and tangy in just the right way.