Yesterday was my husband’s birthday. There were no roses, no candles, no chocolate in a heart shaped box. There was no romantic dinner or fancy date night. The only sign of romance was a Hallmark card that reminded us both that “love isn’t in the falling, it’s in the staying.”
Yesterday was my husband’s birthday. I didn’t even cook dinner. We had leftovers from the night before, and I ate standing at the kitchen counter before running out the door to take our oldest daughter to dance class. We enjoyed a giant chocolate chip cookie that declared “Happy Birthday, Daddy!” in blue frosting. We stuck a candle in a blob of blue frosting, turned out the lights, and watched him make a wish.
Yesterday was my husband’s birthday. I placed his wrapped gift on the table and gave him a kiss. “Happy birthday,” I smiled. It wasn’t a gold watch. It wasn’t a coupon for a massage. It wasn’t a gift card for a candlelit restaurant.
Yesterday was my husband’s birthday. We fell in love almost 25 years ago. My mom once told me she believes everyone has one great love of their life. He is definitely mine. We celebrated with leftovers and a gift box containing a new thermostat. Love is in the staying.