Today is my husband’s birthday.  He already bought his own present: a golf club.  He is out now, picking up his cake.  I feel guilty, sitting on my ass and writing posts.  I did not get him a card!

I recall one year, when our oldest son had his eighth birthday we bought him a bike. My husband had a very busy, stressful job.  I asked him to come home to sing “Happy Birthday” and watch our son blow out the candles on the cake.  He did do that, and had a meeting to attend.  He hurried back onto the driveway and got into his car.  He backed down the driveway also in a hurry, and ran over our son’s brand new bike.