Today is my birthday. And, well. That’s kind of a big deal. I’m not like all into myself or anything. It’s just my favorite day of the year.
Oh, Dusty. You mean you enjoy it more than your own child’s birthday? Of course, I do. It’s MY birthday. It’s apparently not that big of a deal to some other people. I won’t go to namin’ names. But, Kris has just been a little preoccupied lately. And, to think his preoccupation has been around my entry into this world would lead me to one big letdown. I’m not bitter or anything. I just keep reminding him that my birthday is kind of a big deal.
Last night, I asked him if he wanted to do a guest blog and describe 34 things he loves about me. (I’ve seen it done by some other bloggy husbands.) Anyhoo, he was like, “I’ll do it after my meeting tomorrow morning.”
As if my OCD would EVER let me post a blog that late in the day.
N.E.V.E.R.M.I.N.D. I said in the most understanding wifey voice.
Later in the evening, he decided he needed to make a run to pick up some ink cartridges. Uh huh. I bet you are.
You can bet he did. Pick up ink cartridges, that is.
Not to worry. I have no problemo going to buy my own birthday present.
Truth be told. Here are a few of my favorite gifts.
Getting aluminum up to two-five-o is kind of a big deal. I have my own private pilot. And an even better husband and dad.
Seriously. Be still my heart. And to think. He lives down the hall from me.
To never be short on pure joy? Well, that’s a really big deal.
There you have it. My three favorite gifts (and a few of my vacation pictures.)
Happy Birthday to me.