Well, guys, for those of you that didn’t know already, Saturday was my 23rd birthday.
Around here, at least for me, birthdays are a special occasion.
I try to make them a special occasion for Wyatt, too, but he just doesn’t get as excited as I do about these things.
Luckily, Hubs was (finally) home from Boston, where he had been on business since Tuesday morning. Ick.
I hate these little trips he has to take away from home. I know, I know, he’s providing for us right now, and he’s moving forward in his career, but it still sucks to be away. I don’t care how often we end up doing this. I’m going to hate it every time.
Every single time.
On Saturday, we had extra to celebrate.
Not only was it my birthday, but it was also the day after Hubs got home, and it was so close to our anniversary, that we spilled it over and celebrated everything all in one.
We started our day off right by sleeping in. It had been a busy week for both of us and we’ve spent early mornings working at the house for the past few weekends.
It started out with a heft dose of sleeping in…because who doesn’t like sleeping in on your birthday…or any day…?
And then Wyatt made this for me.
I’d say that’s a good start to the day…
After breakfast, we went back to bed. Yup. We’re lazy and awesome that way.
And then we got up and went out bargain-hunting. Since buying our house, I’m obsessed with thrift stores, flea markets, garage sales, and all that awesome stuff so it’s what I requested we do.
However, we went to like 10 places around KC and didn’t buy anything. Darnit.
But then, we came back to our apartment, got all cleaned up, and ready to go out again.
We looked something like this:
Yes, the photo is dark, sorry guys.
And Wyatt gave me the present he’d brought back from Boston and wrapped himself.
I love presents!
It was wrapped so perfectly! Look at those corners!
If a man can wrap a good present, marry him, ladies.
And it was a great present, inside!
A Boston Marathon workout shirt! It’s yellow! (And I’m going to go with the “inspiration to run a marathon some day, not “faking like I ran the Boston marathon” way of thinking about it)
And then, finally, we went to Melting Pot for dinner!
I’ve wanted to go there for years, and it was totally worth the wait…and the price tag, as it was a triple celebration, after all!
First, we dipped wonderful things in cheese.
Bread, chips, fruits, and veggies. With spinach artichoke dip. Yes please!
And then we ate salad, but let’s face it, that’s not what any of you want to see, is it?
So I’ll skip to the next good part, the raw meat.
A feast for two!
And the sauces:
So many choices. I liked the teriyaki best. (Is that how you spell that?)
And then we cooked everything in our pot of boiling delicious broth.
I got to eat all the mushrooms, since Hubs doesn’t like those. Thank you!
But then, the part I had been waiting for all night:
Yup, that’s me holding a rice krispie treat dipped in s’mores chocolate sauce. Oh my heavens. Yum.
It was amazing.
Some dessert dipping options. We requested more bananas and rice krispies. But the brownies were also heavenly.
And after eating all of that, we waddled around on the plaza for awhile enjoying the city at night, the fountains, the people, the bright lights. The warm night. (I thought it was perfect. Hubs was a little hot.)
And then we went home and promptly headed to bed.
Of course, we stayed awake long enough to see out the very last moments of “my day,” cuddled up together, all happy and content.
And I thought back to how we’d spent my last birthday… on our honeymoon, in Chicago, at a Cubs game (which they lost! Go Cards!) and then went back to the hotel and ordered a giant apple dumpling, which I ate mostly by myself.
Yes, I know I look awfully “pretty” to be on my honeymoon, but to be fair, I was on antibiotics for a UTI and had spent all night at a very hot, very crowded Wrigley Field.
When I think about all we’ve done this first year, and how blessed I am in this married life, I’m almost overcome with gratitude to the One who wrote this beautiful love story for us, to our parents for both bringing us into this world (Thanks, mom!), and for helping bring us together by raising us to be who we are today, and to Hubs, who so patiently forgives me when I mess up and celebrates our love with me every day in the silly, simple, and sweet ways that are so special to us.
Happy birthday, indeed.