It was my husband’s birthday today. He turned 29, and he took it really well. I seem to remember spending my 29th birthday curled up in a ball, crying my eyes out. But this is not about me. Right now, my man is playing the new video game he bought himself. He cooked a full English breakfast for dinner, ahem, tea. It was protein overload for me, but he loved it, and that’s what matters. Unfortunately, I had to go to work today, but we did manage to make a quick trip to the beach, and we started the day with a long Skype call with his family back in Rishton. While I was at work, he did some work in the garden, as well. I have a feeling he enjoyed his birthday.
Yesterday, Geoff ate what he claims is the best cheesecake he’s ever had. I made a caramel cheesecake for him Friday night. I guess it was a hit. I gave him his presents a day early because I was so excited to start celebrating. We went to Jack in the Box for dinner because Geoff was having a craving for fast food and curly fries. After having worked 16 hours the day before, he was completely exhausted by about 8 pm, and we went to bed early.
I cannot tell you how happy I am that this man was born 29 years ago today. I can’t tell you how grateful I am that he was raised by such a loving family to be such a caring person. I can’t describe how lucky I feel to not only know him, but to be the woman that he chooses to give his love to. He is a uniquely caring and sensitive individual. He makes me laugh every single day and always makes sure that I know that I am loved. Happy birthday, baby. I am so blessed to have you in my life. I can’t wait to celebrate your birthday every year for the rest of my life.