It was my sweetie's birthday yesterday. For the last several months we have been forbidden to speak of it. (Maybe you can guess why...)
I haven't reached that number yet, but I have never really had a crisis about turning any particular age yet. When my friends were having a fit about 40, I just figured I had done plenty of things in my life so I probably should be 40. When my sweetie turned 40, his mom sent him a box full of black things. So we didn't have a party although we will on Saturday when we can have almost all of the kids here.
It was a pretty typical day. My sweetie got up this morning, much the same as other mornings and got he kids off to school while he worked from his home office so I could stay in bed. Then he went to work. He had meetings so we couldn't go out to lunch or anything so instead Bossy and I, Taco, Burrito, Curly, and Baby Doll took a 30-minute drive to Orem to buy him a box of his favorite peaches. Then I spent the afternoon getting the inspection and emissions done on his car. (I even had his air conditioner fixed, but I don't think he's noticed that yet!)
He worked all day, then came home around 5:30 so he could cook dinner for all of us. I know, I'm sounding like a really bad wife, but he offered to make stuffed peppers and I just couldn't pass on that! And to make me really happy, he made a couple of batches of homemade rolls.
After dinner and homework, he and I slipped away to Applebees for dessert. It was nice to spend a few moments together. He wanted to know how I felt being married to an old man...
What do you think?