A Post About My Birthday

Another birthday has come and gone and now I'm 29. Funny how that happens. I had a really good day and it wasn't so much that I went and did fun stuff (which I did) or got some awesome gifts (also which I did) that made it so wonderful. It was more that I was surrounded by people that love me who made me feel really special.

There's two things that are, in my mind, tied for first place that Chad did to make me feel special.

First, he undertook a labor of love and made me a delicious and beautiful Italian Cream Cake. Exhibit A:



This was a cake I had tasted the previous weekend at a baby shower that was made by a master cake lady friend of ours. I came home and raved about it. Chad then, unbeknownst to me, called up the cake lady and got the ingredients, recipe, and instructions on making the cake so I could eat it again for my birthday. Not just a little piece this time, like at the baby shower, but a whole cake all to myself. Exhibit B:



(This is when I said, "Where is everybody else's piece?")



This cake was not a Betty Crocker special. It was made from scratch, as was the frosting. He made it the night before and frosted it because he was told the cake tastes better the day after. This took him until past midnight. And the result was amazing. Everyone who knows me knows I love my desserts, and this cake did not disappoint in the least. Chad was afraid it wasn't going to taste exactly like the other one I had, but it was gourmet and delicious and tasted just like it. It was full of butter and sugar and it was soft and moist and rich. It was SO good.

I really felt like the cake was a gift to me, because Chad was thoughtful enough to take the time to make something he knew I would love. And I was so proud of him for thinking of it. It meant a lot to me that he would do that.

Secondly, my bed got a makeover that was long overdue. Chad engineered this also. We love the bedspread we had before this one, it was handmade for us and given to us as a wedding gift. But it was almost ten years old. So were all of our bedsheets and pillows. I had been looking for a new comforter that I liked for a long time and found one last year. It was exactly what I wanted. Unfortunately, it cost more than I would ever choose to spend on myself. And so, for the past year, I just admired it every time I went to the department store. I would go hoping it was still there, and when I saw it on display, which it usually was, I would run my hand over the top of the bedspread and touch the pretty decorative pillows. That was pretty much as close I ever imagined I would get to having one for myself.

Until! Enter, Super Chad. He is my hero. Because this is what he got me for my birthday: The whole set. Not just the comforter. But the pillow shams, sheets, dust ruffle, decorative pillows, and warm blanket too. And then he got us brand new fluffy pillows. He knew I would love it and I do. I look at my bed and know that I have the prettiest looking bed in the world. Every time I look at it, I love it more. And also, I love Chad for getting it for me.







I also appreciated the many phone calls and singing voicemails I got that day. I was able to talk to and hear from a lot of the people I love the most.

So it was a great birthday.