I’m not bringing this up to start a fight or make him feel bad, but Andrew forgot my birthday the first year we were married. I merely point that out to reduce the level of bliss this blog post exudes.
He now finds a way to outdo every birthday with little surprises and special gifts that shows he pays attention to me.
He had roses waiting for me in the garage so I would see them when I walked to my car. He braved the beauty department makeup counter to buy me the “fancy” mascara I wanted.
That would be swooning enough for sure but there was more.
This is the cookie cake that Andrew had delivered at my work for my birthday.
Thank you, Cookie Creations of Atlanta
This is the dress, also purchased by Andrew, that I wore when I ate the cookie cake that Andrew bought me.
Happiness and Photo Courtesy: http://www.jessicasimpsoncollection.com
These are the hot heels that Andrew delivered upon me before I left for work in the dress that I wore when I ate the cookie cake.
Also, Jessica Simpson
These hot heels also added some adventure to the day that marks 34 years alive. I tripped three times in these beauties. And I would do it all again. My embarrassment and possible pain is the least I can do to show my thanks, appreciation and love for all Andrew does for me.
And I think he’s thankful for things like calendar reminders now. Maybe forgetting my birthday was the best present he ever got me.
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