Birthday update
A great big thank you to everybody who wished me happy birthday yesterday. It was a lovely birthday, one of the best I've had in years.1
P really outdid himself, too. When I got home he had a dozen roses and a bunch of balloons and he even baked a cake! I opened my gift and it was my favorite perfume, Ralph Lauren Glamorous. And then we went to dinner at my favorite restaurant, Sullivan's, where I had the filet mignon. Mmmm. And when we got home, P lit the candles on my cake and sang happy birthday and I made a wish and we had cake and ice cream.
And even cuter than him singing to me was that he had even decorated the cake--made little flowers and written on it in red icing. It was supposed to say "Happy Birthday Pooky"2 Only, in the best of circumstances his penmanship never progressed beyond 5th grade, so you know trying to write in icing on a cake was not easy for him. So the letters were all funny and the second "O" in Pooky looked more like a "D" so when I read the cake aloud, I said " Happy Birthday...Podky?" and we laughed and called eachother Podky all night. And when he called today, he called me Podky. Hee.
Oh, and P gave me the same birthday card as last year! I read it and he started telling me that when he was writing in the card it seemed really familiar and I laughed and said I thought so too. All in all, it was really, really nice and I'm so impressed at everything P did for me. He can be so wonderful.
The haul: Three birthday calls, two e-mails, seven cards, bottle of wine, feng shui candle thingy, fresh linen scented candle, a dozen cinnamon rolls, lunch at Cherry Creek Grill, a lovely John/Rodney fic, a dozen roses, a bunch of balloons, my favorite perfume, dinner at Sullivan's and birthday cake. And with the family party on Saturday, I'll be getting even more! Holy cow.
1 Ugh, for whatever reason, for the last few years birthdays have always been angsty for me and this year in what seems like forever, it just...wasn't. It was nice. I wasn't disappointed and I don't feel bad about turning another year older and all the other baggage that comes with birthdays. So, hooray!
2 Yes, we call eachother "pooky." Shut up.
P really outdid himself, too. When I got home he had a dozen roses and a bunch of balloons and he even baked a cake! I opened my gift and it was my favorite perfume, Ralph Lauren Glamorous. And then we went to dinner at my favorite restaurant, Sullivan's, where I had the filet mignon. Mmmm. And when we got home, P lit the candles on my cake and sang happy birthday and I made a wish and we had cake and ice cream.
And even cuter than him singing to me was that he had even decorated the cake--made little flowers and written on it in red icing. It was supposed to say "Happy Birthday Pooky"2 Only, in the best of circumstances his penmanship never progressed beyond 5th grade, so you know trying to write in icing on a cake was not easy for him. So the letters were all funny and the second "O" in Pooky looked more like a "D" so when I read the cake aloud, I said " Happy Birthday...Podky?" and we laughed and called eachother Podky all night. And when he called today, he called me Podky. Hee.
Oh, and P gave me the same birthday card as last year! I read it and he started telling me that when he was writing in the card it seemed really familiar and I laughed and said I thought so too. All in all, it was really, really nice and I'm so impressed at everything P did for me. He can be so wonderful.
The haul: Three birthday calls, two e-mails, seven cards, bottle of wine, feng shui candle thingy, fresh linen scented candle, a dozen cinnamon rolls, lunch at Cherry Creek Grill, a lovely John/Rodney fic, a dozen roses, a bunch of balloons, my favorite perfume, dinner at Sullivan's and birthday cake. And with the family party on Saturday, I'll be getting even more! Holy cow.
1 Ugh, for whatever reason, for the last few years birthdays have always been angsty for me and this year in what seems like forever, it just...wasn't. It was nice. I wasn't disappointed and I don't feel bad about turning another year older and all the other baggage that comes with birthdays. So, hooray!
2 Yes, we call eachother "pooky." Shut up.