Monday, May 30, 2011
It's funny because my birthday falls only three days after Hubby's. (I think one sign that a marriage will last is having birthdays close together!) And our anniversary is two weeks earlier, so we have lots of celebrations all at once.
I remember how not special my birthday was the first year of our marriage. Like I said, we had only been married for two weeks. It was a Sunday morning and I woke up happy and excited. Three days earlier, I made sure my new husband's birthday was extra special. When I first saw him that morning, he didn't say anything. Well, I thought, he's still sleepy. He'll say something in a little bit. A little bit came and went and nothing was said. We got dressed for Sunday School and drove to church. Still nothing. We were sitting in the young adult class; I had my arms folded and was getting grouchier by the minute. A friend of mine leaned up in her seat so she could see me at the end of the row. "Happy Birthday, She!" she said. "Thanks, Katie," I replied, glaring at Hubby. His response was, "Oh yeah, it's your birthday! Happy birthday." I was quite irritated...that was no way to start my 20s.
Fifteen years later, he has learned to make a bigger deal out of my birthday to avoid being in the doghouse. But today is all about him. I'll make sure he has an awesome day.