Today is the SWMBO’s (She Who Must Be Obeyed, pronounced: Swimbo) birthday. The day began with her opening the gifts she had picked out, I paid for, and she supervised the wrapping of.
She now is indulging in her favorite past time: watching Jewelry Shows have their “Year End Closeout’s”. I had hoped to spend the day with her, but…if I had to endure comments on another hideous ring (some resembled rings that had adorned the digit of some Evil Overlord). Here I am and there she is.
The unwrapped gift, I promised to cook for the Octogenarians (her parents) 25 times in 2014, assume more house cleaning chores at home and wash the car on request.
My favorite part of the day, aside from the shrimp and angel hair dinner I have planned, is getting her card. Card exchange is a throw back to our early days together; I worked three jobs and she commuted 50 miles to see me and there was never any extra money. We would select the best shop for cards in St. Augustine (not Hallmark) and set about to find the perfect card.
There was always one, just one, that expressed the love, or the precise bit of humor that fit the day. She picked a card for me and I for her (Valentine’s, Easter, Christmas, needing a smile) and on birthdays, like today I will pick a card just right for her; I’ll slip it in its envelope and hand it to her. She will smile, maybe giggle, give me a hug and we’ll put the card back and go for coffee. We always leave the shops hand-in-hand.
Best part of the day. Happy Birthday Luv.