My husband, Jeffrey, turns 48 today. Those who have met Jeffrey can attest to the fact that he is a warm, kind, intelligent man with a great sense of humor:
Need I say (or show) more?
Birthdays are a wonderful opportunity to celebrate those you love, letting them know how much you appreciate them and how important they are to you. We both love birthdays and celebrating them, especially for each other, and Jeffrey has always made my birthdays amazing, so I try to return the favor.
Jeffrey is a very generous, selfless person, and rarely, if ever asks for anything specific or special for his birthday. When I ask him what he wants for his birthday, or what he wants to do, he always replies “I don’t care, as long as I spend it with you.”
Now don’t that beat all?
Regardless of his protestations, I always try to make his day special. As we’ve grown older, and the focus of our celebrations have shifted from gift giving to trip taking, our birthdays have expanded into birthday weekends. We started celebrating Wednesday and have plans through Sunday. Most of it is a surprise, so I can’t say what we’re doing, but I hope he has a good time. Mostly, I hope he knows how much I love him, how happy I am to celebrate his special day with him, and how much he means to me. If I make him feel half as special today as he makes me feel every day, I’ll consider it a successful birthday.