When we went to bed last night, I pretended I forgot something so I could get back up while my husband was in bed. I sneaked out to the kitchen, where I had stashed some birthday decorations, and I hung a birthday banner on our fireplace mantel, slipped birthday covers over the chairs at the dining room table, and moved his wrapped presents from the guest bedroom closet to the table.
If he noticed all this activity, he was a good sport and pretended he didn’t. This morning, as soon as the alarm went off, I sang “Happy birthday” to him. Given my questionable singing skills, that was possibly not much of a gift, but he smiled and kissed me and said “Thank you” anyway.
I baked caramel-filled cupcakes with salted caramel frosting over the weekend, but for this evening’s celebration, I will stop after work and pick up a cake and some ice cream. I wish we had both taken the day off. Definitely something to consider for next year!
My husband always says that his birthday is not a big deal, and that it’s just another day. I don’t agree. He loves to make me feel special on my birthday, and I want him to feel the same way. I hope all the moving parts come together this evening to celebrate him, make him smile, and help him feel as loved and treasured as he truly is.
Sweat & Sparkle 