My husband, Carter, turns 35 today. Happy Birthday, Love….enjoy a homemade card from the kids, a breakfast that is slightly more special than normal, and a blog entry from me! Now that we’re on the no-stuff wagon (or is it off the wagon…I always confuse those two?), we’re celebrating over cake and ice cream at the beach and calling that our party. Sorry babe, no gifts. I did sneak in a few new shirts for him right before we went cold turkey. Hopefully the joy of those hasn’t worn off completely.
To be honest, I don’t think Carter will mind that he isn’t getting presents. Ever since his hand was slapped as a child for saying “where’s my nuther gift” a few too many times at his 4th birthday, I think he prefers to remain in the shadows at gift giving time. I, however, love to give and receive gifts. So this is perhaps more of a challenge for me, than for him. I pride myself on being a good gift giver. I put a lot of time and thought into finding just the right gift, and I keep little notes in my purse if someone mentions something they might like to have, just so I can spring it on them when they least expect it. And when it comes time to receive, I have high expectations–the more gifts the merrier.
But I’m sitting on my hands (and my credit card) this year and hoping that a day with the family and some tasty cake will make Carter feel special, and that I won’t feel like a total failure for keeping it simple. And I’ll offer to revisit this experiment next May for my Birthday so we can keep it even!
I love you, Carter. Happy Birthday!