I’m not sure what special meal I will cook tonight–we really prefer special dinners instead of going out–$25 spent in the grocery store is equal to a hundred at any restaurant. Don is extremely hard to buy a gift for. Like a lot of men, if he wants it, he buys it himself. He doesn’t throw out those HINTS like I do.
And I have a fear of not picking out ‘the right’ gift. I know it is silly. It stems from my childhood and those horrid birthday parties. And being picked last, or worse, being picked on. Anywho, I digress.
Happy Birthday, Donald. You are a special gift to me. Even more since you’ve retired.
I love you!