I am writing this from my bedroom because my hubby is making me breakfast and he doesn’t want me around, checking in on his culinary masterpiece to be. I am still currently banned from our guest bedroom where his surprise is but that’s fine by me. He mentioned something about hoping I like whatever he’s creating.
The truth is that it doesn’t matter.
I already have my present. Someone I love tooled around town, masked up, picking up items to create a gift for me. This very person made it possible for me to spend a few hours with my pages undisturbed and brought me dinner without asking last night.
I will write it again.
I already have my present.
I can open whatever it is and know I am staring at thoughtfulness from someone who just wants to make me happy.
I am not sure what else I am supposed to be asking for.
Happy Birthday to me.