Forgotten No More

Tomorrow is a big day. My Birthday! I will be turning a whole quarter of a century. The joke between the hubby and I is that once I hit the 2-5 he's going to be trading me in for a newer model ;-)

So far, my birthday has been great and the day isn't even here yet. HB was so excited about the cards he and little man picked out, as well as the gift, that he insisted I open them early. The card was perfect, one of those musical little numbers and it seemed like it was written for us {good job Hallmark} Anyways, HB is doing well this year. I am not the type that needs a huge celebration, or lots of gifts, but I do like the day to be a little special.

It was even more important to me this year that it not go unnoticed, because HB had some making up to do. Last year, he came back from deployment shortly before my birthday. We had talked in the weeks leading up to him coming home how excited I was to have him home for my bday. Imagine my grumpiness when my birthday rolls around and no mention of the day. I figured, hey, he just got home a few days ago, he may just need a little jog to the memory, so I didn't get upset right away. As the day wore on, he had work meetings and all that fun stuff, you know how reintegration goes. We texted a bit here and there and still, no birthday wishes. At this point, everyone in the Western Hemisphere, except my husband seemed to be wishing me Happy Birthday. I was so happy to have him home, but so depressed that he had forgotten my birthday. I finally admitted to myself that it was a forgotten day. I told my bestie, trying to seem as flippant as possible, but I know she knew I was sad {like a good bestie, she dutifully reminded the hubby what day it was, but told him not to tell me, I figured it out though}

Of course, HB felt terrible, but I was not in a forgiving mood. I wanted to be selfish on my birthday. I had built up in my mind what this perfect day would be with my little family reunited that when I didn't get what I wanted I pouted like a small child.

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HB = king of kitchen

I think this HB's effort this year has shown that we have both had a little readjusting to do even if we didn't think so, but we have made it through better than ever! Thank you HB for taking the extra step to remind me that I am important to you. Love you! It seems this year I can have my cake and eat it too!!!