I am not someone who fears their birthday - in fact, I welcome it. I love the idea of getting together with family, I adore balloons, and deeply enjoy cake. ANY cake.
Yet every year, I have this irrational fear that my husband will forget. Forget my day. Days leading up to it, I literally am an annoying fly buzzing around, reminding him. Every year, he reassures me that he's not Last minute Larry with this. I don't really care about the gifts, but I just want effort, and forethought.
This year, we celebrated with my family the weekend before and mother made my favorite pie - Strawberry Dream. YUM. I can not say enough good things. I literally do the title - dream of this pie. Therefore, even though we were going out to a restaurant for my actual day, no homemade cake would be had - which I was completely fine with. However, when I arrived home after work on my day, there in the fridge laid not one, but two cakes for my birthday. Made by Mr. Let me state this: He is not a baker. He does not have sweet tooth, so the fact that he went through the trouble and then actually cleaned up the kitchen afterwards and before I got home was enough for me.
(I had to post these because these Toms are my FAVORITE pair I own - given to me by A.) If you don't own a pair, these are the ones to get! They are crochet and lime green. They fit like a glove, and the best part about Toms - every pair you buy, a pair gets donated. You buy they give!
Thank you B for always making me feel special. Thank you for remembering my day. Thank you for whipping up your version of Strawberry Dream pie, and then a WONDERFULLY delicious coconut cake. I loved it almost as much as I love you.