Or possibly less lame since we were busy doing some of the things he likes to do best. Which does not usually include taking grinning pictures of him doing stereotypical things.
My mom came up for the afternoon to watch Iris and wash an insane number of dishes and generally be amazing, while Carl and I headed off for a cosy lunch at one of our favorite Chinese places. Then a little birthday shopping. And a quick ramble through Barnes & Noble… Little things that don’t seem especially significant except we never have time to do them as a couple anymore.
It was a nice birthday, though significantly less horn-blowy than I meant it to be before I remembered how gloomy I feel in the winter (always) and how tired I am (lately).
How fortunate to have married someone who does not require trumpets.
That would get old really fast.