I am one of those people who feels that the world should stop turning just a little bit on your birthday. I blame this on my eternal camp counselor party-planning mother, and my gift loving father, together the perfect combination for birthday madness. We didn’t do extravagantly expensive things, or get overly lavish gifts, but we always grew up making a huge deal out of birthdays.
James’ birthday was last weekend, and we decided that instead of just celebrating for one day, why not drag it out for the entire weekend? This meant that all weekend things did or didn’t happen because of his birthday. Birthday milkshakes? YES. Multiple episodes of 30Rock instead of productive housework because it was his birthday? OF COURSE. Getting a Good Stuff burger even though we had just eaten a meal of all his favorite foods? A birthday necessity. (For the record, we both felt birthday sick halfway through and tossed half in the trash. )
On Saturday night, we had a laid back birthday cookout at my brother’s place. I say laid back, because my extroverted self desperately wanted to invite everyone I had ever met and make an entire canopy of bunting while forcing everyone into party hats while they made birthday speeches about James. But I know my introverted husband, and he wanted burgers and a very short guest list. I did sneak some balloons though, because I cannot deny my true self. I also conceded to his desire for peach cobbler over cake. Now, you know how I feel about people who claim to hate cake, but I also believe in letting the birthday person call the shots, so gooey wonderful peach cobbler it was. It started raining right after we took this picture and we had to flee inside, but it was still a perfect evening of friends and food.
For his birthday, I gave James a quilted sham pillow cover from the clearance bin at Marshalls so that he will stop accusing me of stealing his pillow, and give up trying to sleep on the shams. I also made up some lie about his other gift being in the mail. James is really hard to get gifts for because he honestly doesn’t want lots of stuff. Me? I’m actually kind of a materialistic want-it-all, so I can be placated with clothes, pretty things that have no use, books I may or may not read, or specialty bottles of balsamic vinegar. But James wants experiences. He also wants the Pittsburgh Pirates to finally have a winning season, which is why I lied about a gift being in the mail and then shook him awake early Sunday morning with the announcement that he had 15 minutes to get in the car so that we could make it to Pittsburgh for a game.
It was, officially, the best birthday surprise ever. Pretty sure I will have to actually rig the World Series to top it.
If you have been reading this blog for more than five minutes, you have probably figured out that I am not exactly athletic or sports inclined. But I do love this man and he loves baseball, so I love it by association. His day was a success because he watched the Pirates win from awesome seats, and my day was a success because I participated in two full-park rounds of the wave and ate myself almost sick on ballpark snacks. Oh, and it was also pretty successful to spend the day on a crazy trip together. We have come back to a rough week of multiple car repairs, exhaustion, and way too much to do before we both go back out of town this coming weekend. But I don’t regret any of this past weekend. It was indeed the happiest of birthdays.