Monday, November 09, 2009

My Husband

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 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.


Sara said...

yeah, for awesome birthdays, and for awesome husbands. I always have to remind myself that a husband learns how to love his wife more and more the longer that they are married and the longer that he has to learn about her. Carl is definately a better husband now than he was 2 years ago and I look forward to being married to him for's hard to picture what that will be like.

Thanks for sharing your joy!

bina said...

Aw. This is a sweet post in many ways. Happy Birthday, Vanessa.

Jasmine said...

Garrett has learned a lot from Robb.
It is a true blessing to have husbands who seek to fill our needs and wants.
We are, indeed, lucky girls.

Tally said...

I have flat out bawled before at your "Robb-gushing" but now I'm starting to get used to it. I'm glad he made you so happy on your b-day! And I'm glad you had an excellent day! What a fun party!!! :D

wendy said...

thank you.
for your words, thank you.

it means a lot. :)

Into Vintage said...

You had me at 'while hubby cleaned the house'. Your cake wreck made me LOL - perfect! -amy

PS Cute hair!

Life with Kaishon said...

You look SO young and beautiful!

I adore your necklace! And your cake even more! SO clever, that Robb!

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