Monday, November 09, 2009
is really a ROCK STAR among husbands. Let me count the ways:
On Friday, he lined up the baby sitter and supper for the kids, let me take my sweet time getting ready (and believe me, I took FOREVER) and took me out for dinner (and ice-cream) and a movie. My favorite restaurant here is called Noodles, and it a locally owned place. I signed up for their rewards cards last year, and they send out great coupons (to the tune of 10 dollars off) for your birthday and anniversary. I had the jalapeno lime parmesan crusted chicken on a bed of linguini with cream sauce. Oh. yeah.
And because I was in a very silly mood, I suggested we play the "Let's pretend we're on a first date" game. I haven't been on a first date in 16 years and it was darn good fun.
On Saturday, we luxuriously wasted the whole day just poking around....picked up a kid from a birthday party, dropped off flower pots, (got paid!), stopped at a couple of garage sales, came home and painted the powder room, while hubby cleaned the house and put out a beautiful, grown-up birthday party. While I got dressed he brought me a present...one of Anita's lovely twig necklaces from the Heartwood Gallery. Hannah and I have been eyeballing these for two years and he remembered. Like he does.
And then I got to see the cake. And I screamed. And squealed. And jumped up and down. And my kids thought I lost my mind. I kissed Robb while trying to squeal and jump up and down at the same time. Because every day, I read the wonderful blog, "Cake Wrecks: when professional cakes go horribly, hilariously wrong." So he ordered me a purposeful CAKE WRECK (from Rick's Bakery, no less, so not only was it hilarious, it was like a tiny taste of the clouds in heaven)!
And then, everyone brought me presents even though Robb told them not to. And they are all just so...thoughtful and "me." I was just so very overwhelmed. It quite redeemed my last birthday party when I was 13 years old (which was so lousy I never had another party again.) I'm telling you, it would be worth it to turn 40 to have another party like that!
I'm a crazy-lucky girl. It might be Monday now and laundry must be done, but that guy will come home again tonight and be just as amazing as ever.