For the Man

It’s my husband’s birthday today.

Happy Birthday, Honey! *waving at monitor in case he’s reading this*

We met 20 years ago this October and I can’t imagine my life, my world, without him. Life is that much better with him walking next to me.

My guy is really hard to get a gift for, truly. He’s like the bargain sleuth and if he wants something, he manages to find it at absurdly low prices online and then buys it. Which is a huge pain in the ass on gift giving occasions, because the selection of things he has wants is really small and when I do buy him something, the conversation usually goes something like this:

Me: Happy *insert holiday*! Here’s your present.

Him: Thanks. You paid too much for this, didn’t you?

Me: *snarl*

Him: Seriously, how much did you pay for this? I bet we can find it online for half.

Me: *snarl* Buy your own gifts.

This year, I wrote him a poem and taped it to the refrigerator. Oh Yes. Yes I did.

In my defense, he leaves for work at 4:00 am. It’s a little too early in the morning to get up and wish him birthday salutations as he starts his day.

And well, his other present didn’t get shipped out in time to arrive for the big day. Which sucks hugely and is completely my fault as I waited until the very last minute to order it. Even though I've been thinking about it for months. I have to get credit for the planning, even though I fell a little short in the execution, yes?


Now I feel guilty for not having his present available to give him on his actual birthday. Because I am lame.


It is the thought that counts, right?

He’s in a tough spot. His mother’s birthday is on the 7th and Mother’s day usually falls the day before, the day of, or the day after his birthday. He’s kind’ve sandwiched by the wife/mother marketing deluge and expectations.

He’s also a big boy who can buy himself what he likes and enjoys but I like to get him something special, something he really wants that he wouldn’t get himself. Isn’t that a wifely privilege?

Anyway, despite the delayed present giving, I hope his day is happy and he remembers that there is love abundant that he can call upon just by reaching for my hand. I know that’s my gift from his birth day.