My birthday is in the summer so I'm not talking about my birthday today. I'm talking about my husband birthday which was on Friday. When it's my birthday, it's my birthday all month and I love to get cards and for people to remember that it's my birthday. This photo is of me (stirring my coffee with a mondo sized spoon) and my mother-in-law at Buca de Beppo. My cute husband has a different vision for his birthday...for no one but me to mention it and then to have a nice quiet night on the couch without a bunch of people making him eat a cake he may not like and then stay up all night doing the pleasantries that you have to perform when people are trying to celebrate you. When we first started dating I thought to myself, "Wow, how selfish" Here people are trying to celebrate you and you're being a big ol' crank! It only took me about 5 years to finally figure this out. It's HIS birthday, why can't he celebrate it the way he wants? With a cringe, I also figured out that the party thing was really for me anyway. I love to do birthdays and so apparently I thought I would put that on him!So anyway, the cute husband is not a crank after all. He just wants to have the kind of birthday he wants to have. And I have finally gotten it through my dense skull that the loving thing to do is not to force a party on the man but to honor his wishes and have a quiet little day with a private little dinner out...don't even think about telling the waiter to bring a desert with a candle in it cuz', good Lord no, they might sing!
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