birthday cake

My favorite part of this birthday cake is not the fact that it’s from Coldstone and was to die for (and of which I am eagerly anticipating another slice tonight after the kids go to bed.)  No, my favorite part is the candle because my birthday?  Was perfect.  Thanks to Brian, my unbelievably thoughtful and awesome husband ,who thought of EVERYTHING to make my birthday the best birthday ever.  Well, everything except candles, he always forgets candles.  Which just makes me feel better because I don’t think I could ever deliver the type of birthday to him as he did me.

I realize it’s not a competition.  I promise you.  I just can’t get over the lengths he went to create such a special day for me.

It was so special that even the kids said “THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER.

It was so special that if I even stood up for a split second, he immediately said “WHAT DO YOU NEED?  WHY ARE YOU STANDING?”  (usually the answer was “I have to pee, man.”)

It was so special that even through all of our festivities of waffles for breakfast, homemade cards, fresh strawberries, flowers, lunch at a restaurant, ice cream cones for dessert and a nap, even through all of this, he somehow managed to get every piece of laundry done.  (which may be the best gift of all.)

And the thing is?  He seemed so happy to be doing these things, which maybe THAT was the best gift of all.  I told him I was scared that he was going to hate my birthdays because he was spoiling me so much.

He disagreed and told me I was pretty, or commented on my soft skin.

I just can’t believe that this guy, this guy who made me SWOON over him yesterday, is the same guy who I met in high school, the same guy who I would get drunk with drinking Natural Light in college, the same guy who I felt I didn’t know in my first year of marriage, the same guy who kissed my forehead and tended to my staples after having two c-sections and the same guy who held my hand and hugged me tight after losing James and Jake.  (and continues to do so every single day.)

THIS GUY, after fourteen years, is by far the best birthday present I have ever received.  Year after year after year.

Even better than Bobbi Brown makeup.

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