All day, even though birthday's are no big deal, I wished I was with Jeff. Thinking back seven years ago now, a dating couple, I remember going out to breakfast to celebrate Jeff's birthday before he left for a road trip to the Final Four. And while I enjoyed every minute of it back then in 2003, I now, married in 2010, am jealous of the time we got to spend back then.
Rather than sulk with envy of my 20 year old self, I went shopping. Retail therapy helps everything, short term anyways. While out, I noticed that I had ventured over the birthday cards. Flipping through them, trying to find one with maybe a dog or something funny, I stopped at the sight of the special cards for 30 year olds. And it hit me, holy crap, Jeff is 30. Wow. That's big!
I enjoyed reading the cards aimed at thirty year olds. "Thirty just means the fun part of your life is over." "There's no need to torture yourself for turning thirty, life will do it." And, possibly my favorite had a bikini clad island girl wishing the reader a happy birthday and the well wishes of the island, "may your tree always stand up and your coconuts never drop."
I don't find any of these to be true, but I do find them funny. I decided not to get any of them, as I traditionally make Jeff a birthday card myself. And, I did not plan on changing that.
In hopes of "treating" my husband to something on his special day, I suggested we get ice cream together. Together meaning not at the same place, but on the same day, around the same time. So Shea could help Jeff celebrate, we went and got our ice cream from a small local place.
And while it certainly wasn't the same as the dinner and dessert we would surely have treated ourselves to in celebration of Jeff's birthday, we have to take what we can get.
In one week Shea and I will be out in Cleveland. One week. Certainly not too late to celebrate a birthday or two!
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