"I want to thank you for letting me be myself, again" ~ Sly and the Family Stone
Tomorrow is T's birthday. I never feel like I do enough for this man of mine on special occasions. And of course this year I've been particularly preoccupied. But I have been thinking about his birthday a lot and hemming and hawing over his gift. I ended up telling him that I was indecisive about it and that I'd let him make the decision on his birthday. So . . . surprise? Ugh, I suck at this. I think it's because I want to get him something kind of extravagant and unnecessary, but then I know there are more practical things he actually wants for the house. We just decided to hire someone to do some work on our side yard (lingering French drain issues, to make a long story short), and I was like, "Happy Birthday!" I was kidding. Anyway, he gets to choose his gift tomorrow.
In the meantime, I'd like to thank him for growing
old older with me. For bearing with my moods. For making me laugh. For sharing in the goofiness. For supporting me as I figure out this career path. For being so generous with his love. For blessing me with these little beauties.
|First thing in the morning. Don't they look sniffable?|
And for staying by my side. I can't really ask for much more in life.
Lub, oil and filter forever, Tobdad. Happy Freakin' Birthday!