“And I got scones…”

11 Apr

So, today happens to be my day of birth.

And it’s three o’clock in the morning.

Why am I up? Why am I writing?

Because my husband is really cute.

I got up to use the bathroom and when I got back into bed, he said “Happy Birthday. Can I give you your presents?”

I asked him if this was a euphemism.

“I’m just so excited to give them to you,” he continued.

I told him okay.

He was precise in his delivery, telling me which card to open first, where to look, etc.

The cards were beautiful. In one, he wrote of a metaphor, binding us together.

And then he gave me two supa fancy bars of dark chocolate. I was already satisfied. If that had been my only gift, I would have been thrilled.

Then, he pulled out a big box.

“I stepped out of my comfort zone a bit for this,” he warned.

Inside were a pair of  these.


And what was even better about the fabulous pair of shoes in front of me, was my husband’s smile; he was so excited to give me something so nice that he knew I would love. He was beaming. I was beaming. So much so that I had to take out the computer and write about it at 3 in the morning on what is now technically my birthday.

Over the past year my husband has been my rock; he has been absolutely incredible. He has sacrificed for me, soothed me, stood by me and I now love him so much more than I ever thought possible.

And the funniest part of the story was that yesterday, my husband, mom and I were taking the kids on a walk and she asked if there was anything I wanted from the farmer’s market. I asked for my favorite thing, a scone from the Ultimate Bake Shop. So she dropped one off.

Apparently, my husband had already had this idea. He had gone to the farmer’s market earlier that day and gotten me an assortment of scones. He loves me so much, he wanted me to have all of my favorite things on my birthday.

So now I have a lot of scones to eat. And beautiful cards. And truffled dark chocolate.

And fancy shoes, that he picked out all by himself.

I don’t know what this year will bring, but I know that I am so fortunate to have him.

And really, really nice shoes.


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