A birthday post
Last night I took a certain birthday boy out for dinner. And after our stomachs’ were nice and full, I made him wear a party hat and blow out a few candles. Then he read me his favorite childhood book as I ate a cupcake (which I later regretted).
I love birthdays. I love intentional gift-giving even more. I’ve always had this fear of what to give someone on their oh-so-special day (trust me, I’ve given a few bad gifts in my day) but I think years of practice has cured my gift-giving anxiety. So, I think it’s safe to say that I scored pretty high on this particular birthday.