a birthday story.

I married a good man, who is nothing like me.  One of Nate’s more annoying quirks is that he hates his birthday.  He’s fine with other people’s birthdays but is more than a little “meh” about his own.  This makes no sense to me.  I love a birthday.  I even love other people’s birthdays.  My kids will always and forever have theme-d out birthday parties with specific cake flavor requests and over the top decorations that I won't photograph because I forgot to charge the battery on my camera.

80's Double theme- Annie& Chuck E. Cheese!

Nate’s birthday is 2 weeks before mine and for his request was to do nothing.  This drove me insane.  I let him sleep in and then proceeded to pester him to do something.  Which, I guess would be frustrating when he wanted to do nothing.

I made him a cake.  He took the day off of work to read a book about Lewis and Clark and fixed our 80-year old neighbor’s mailbox.

Two weeks later, he who hates his own birthday planned a wonderful surprise for me.  And he didn’t even attend.  The surprise involved phone stealing, favorite friends-calling and lunch at the French bistro that was opened just for us.  Wow. 

He loves me well.

Next year, Nater, I promise, no fuss.  No balloons, no pestering wife, just all of us together.  I know it is your favorite.  And you are mine.