Like this: On Saturday night I stopped at Trader Joe's for some dark chocolate sea salt caramels and a bottle of wine. When the cashier carded me, I couldn't help myself; I told her that it was my birthday, and that I had just gone out alone because my husband was home sick. SO LAME of me, I know. Instead of (justifiably) rolling her eyes, she disappeared for a moment and then returned with a bunch of flowers, which she placed in my shopping bag. I almost burst into tears on the spot.
Now LOVE, love looks like this:
Upon my return home (and I really did have a nice time out by myself, eating and shopping), I found that Shaun had cleaned the house. It had gotten into quite a state with me being sick for a week, added to the fact that I'm not the keenest housekeeper even when healthy. Shaun's folks had the kids, so we got to enjoy Sunday with a clean, quiet house. SO QUIET. Our own personal resort. Our "Camas vacation home," as Shaun now calls it. Best birthday present ever. I do count my blessings.