The Little Things

Thursday, April 15:
G: "So, I just want to be sure that we're on the same page and that we're past the point of expectations and big surprises for birthdays."

Friday, April 16:
A GREAT birthday. And not because Gary fed me that line the night before to throw me off track, but because he did just that. And you know what? It was the little things throughout the day that meant more to me than a million surprise parties or expensive dinners or ginormous Costco cakes.

Some highlights:
Waking up to this.

My morning present. Maybe a hint that I need to be out in the yard a little more? But awesome for two reasons: a) super cute Target design, b) I didn't ask for it. Either of these would be amazing on their own, but together? Wow. (I know - it takes very little to impress me)

Came downstairs to the Happy Birthday sign. "Really?" You ask, "You're really excited about a sign??" Considering that usually the Birthday Fairy is played by generally one person in the house and that I didn't even know that he knew where the sign was, yes, yes I was.

Shortly after Gary left for work I just about had a panic attack when I heard the back door open again. Almost had another panic attack when he came in with a box of Munchkins. Mostly chocolate ones. Evil or Knight-in-shining-armor? You decide.

Leftover birthday cake from a previous celebration. Made even better and more hilarious by the fact that it didn't transport home quite so smoothly.

Like I said. It's the little things.

OH - there was one surprise. But I couldn't take a picture of it because it's going to be a long, long time before I put my old lens back on my camera. And it's kind of hard to take a picture of the thing you're taking the picture with. (insert a million smiley faces and exclamation marks) Now I just have to figure out how to use it.