The Man had a birthday last weekend. It wasn't a milestone, it wasn't a particularly special year. But it was a good birthday, because he was actually here to celebrate it with us.
He doesn't ask for much. In fact, he asks for nothing. Nothing except the love of his family.
And more patience from his wife.So these are trying times for him.
He gives so much. Sure, I have to remind him a lot to get things done, but he is a Man.
Guess what he did for me when I got home from my trip?
After a week alone with the kids, during which time in his laid back style he kept the household intact, and even managed to get the kiddos to the schoolbus on time on the Monday after he slept in until 8:16 (bus comes at 8:35)...
...he made an appointment for my van, took it to be serviced and had my snow tires put on. Totally unsolicited effort. It snowed like the Dickens the next day. I am convinced he's Superman (well, at least Kreskin, but Superman is way hotter...)
So I'm glad that I picked him up a few things for his birthday:
Thank goodness for duty-free.