The hubby's birthday was yesterday and in honour of that we had a really fun weekend. We spent Wa-AY too much money, he got a get-out-of-jail-free card similar to the one in Monopoly (that he has already used) and just generally had a good time and didn't worry too much about anything.
Being that we had an all weekend celebration, yesterday, his actual birth-day I forgot. Yep. Plum forgot. We woke up and went through our normal routine when we were both sitting down at the table eating our eggs - I chatted about that evenings plans and how I needed him to make supper yadda yadda. He threw out some hints - he even said 'I think I'm going to delete my facebook!' me 'Why?' him 'I just have SO many messages today' me 'why? from who?' A fail of epic proportions. He had no sooner left the house and was all the way down the street when it clicked.
BIRTHDAY, awh shit. I quickly called him and he answered laughing. It's good that he knows me well enough to know I don't mean to forget.
He is a great man, the best father and my best friend. I could go on and on but I'm already tearing up. Check out this poem I wrote for the Hubby awhile ago. It sums us up pretty good.