Yesterday was my birthday. Typically, that means we (meaning 'I') coordinate for all our closest friends to get together at the restaurant of my choice and eat our hearts out. This year we had planned to be at our Annual Ward Campout and then changed plans last minute. So Thursday night, Doug asked what I wanted to do for my birthday, "Do you want to plan something to do tomorrow night?" "I have to plan my own birthday...?"
We will skip the gory details. Suffice it to say, my Mom called Doug and knocked sense into his head and then he called and told me get dressed up and that he was taking me out- somewhere.
Last night, he took me downtown to Allessandro's fine Italian restaurant (one of our first dinner dates as a married couple), very romantic and yummy. And then we had just enough time (expertly coordinated) to stop into the Broadway theatre and catch a showing of Ratatouille (which I highly recommend). Afterwards, we had planned to walk a while downtown enjoying the warm August twilight and the weekend RedBullIllume display of extreme sport photography (amazing) until I felt a little ill (again, we won't go into gory details) and we drove home.
Moral of the Story
Husbands: For your wife's birthday, it doesn't take much to impress and make her feel loved and appreciated. Just a little thought, a little dressing-up, a little anticipation, a little surprise, a little time. As my Mom so aptly put it, 'Every other holiday, I have to do something for someone else. Valentine's Day, something for Larry; Mother's Day, something for my Mom; etc. My Birthday is the only day that is just about me!' Amen Sister! .......Or should I say 'Mom'....?
Good job honey!
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