Yesterday was my Big Baby's birthday--the one I'm married to, not one I gave birth to.
He's even harder to buy for than Andy was. There's really only one "toy" that Kev wants right now, and that's a new tractor. And, that's the kind of debt increasing purchase that I just can't go and buy myself and then hide it in a sack in the bedroom. Nope, that's one where we both have to fill out paperwork for, so Kevin didn't get a tractor for his birthday.
Last Friday night, I did buy Kev a new pair of cowboy boots. He needed them and found some he liked, so I paid for them and told him "Happy Birthday." Cowboy boots aren't cheap folks!
So yesterday, the anniversary of his birth, I gave him a pie.
Yep, that's it, a pie. A Sour Cream Raisin pie. Aunt Lela's recipe. I, a person who abhors raisins, baked a raisin pie for the love of my life. I not only touched those nasty raisins, I stewed them up and put 'em in a pie shell. This is one pie that Kev won't have to share with anyone--cause none of us like raisins.
But, being the kind and loving wife I am, I also made him some banana bars. Those he has to share.
He's nobody's dummy, but I'm not either. Birthday treats for us both. I'm a special wife...not only did I think of my wonderful hubby, but I also thought of myself. Kev's a lucky guy.