Yesterday I celebrated my 22nd birthday. I know I’m young, but I feel so old sometimes. I think we all do a little bit when our birthday comes around. I was so excited for my birthday too!The first two years of our marriage we didn’t do much for birthdays. A present here or there when we had the money, but it usually consisted of us going out to dinner, if that. But in January when Matt celebrated his birthday, I threw him a surprise party. Something he’s been wanting for years! He was so surprised and we had such fun.
So when my birthday was coming up, I expected huge well . . huge expectations.
So when he had to work on my birthday, I was a little upset. The fact that my family went to a reunion and we were forced to stay behind because of work schedules was a little bad too. But hey, Matt would do me right! Right?
He got off work at 1am, which meant he wouldn’t get home until about 1:30 or 2am. He walked through the door and said that we were going to Walmart. Walmart, of all places, to find me a birthday present.
Keep in mind that I have issues with presents. For some reason, everyone believes that I want movies or CD's when in reality I don’t like TV that much, and I could easily turn the radio on. So when we walked into Walmart and the first thing Matt does is goes to the Media section and begins showing me things I’ve already seen, or CD's I don’t really care for, I got upset.
We walked around for about an hour before I picked up a movie of a comedian that I really like and said, “If I don’t find anything else, this’ll do.” I was furious at him. I spent most of my birthday alone, and then he takes me to Walmart to buy me a $10 dollar movie that I don’t even really want? The nerve!
It was however, while walking through the store that I noticed that he would pick up something I knew he really wanted, and then put it back with a sad look on his face. Eventually I told him to get whatever it was he wanted, and his reply was, “No, it’s your birthday and buying myself something would just be us shopping. I know I had to work on your birthday, and I don’t get paid for another week, so I wanted you to at least get something tonight. Just for you.”
How horrible had I been to think that Matt was inconsiderate of my special day? I had fumed and fussed about buying a stupid movie, when he was upset because he couldn’t afford to get me something better. I had been so angry at the lack of presents and parties because I had thrown him a surprise party and expected the same if not more.
I then thought back to the previous years on his birthday. When he turned twenty years old, our wedding was a month away so all the money that could have gone to his present, went to my dress and flowers. When he turned 21 we decided to move back to our hometown on his birthday. We could have picked another day, but it was more convenient to rent the truck in the middle of the week instead of on a Saturday.
Matt goes to work everyday to a job he doesn’t particularly like, to co-workers who are his friends but he rarely sees, to employers who treat him badly, and to a check that could be more . . . and he does this with a smile on his face all for me. He brings money home to put food on our table, and to take care of his family.
How blessed am I to have such a man!?
Later on I found out that my 'Dragon Slayer' of a man, took two days off this week in conjunction with his days off, to spend four days with me during my birth-week. He also told his family and our friends how much I hate to receive movies as gifts, and instead I got money and a beautiful skirt from his mother. He also has told his parents about my favourite restaurant that they have agreed to take us to this weekend for my birthday.
So this week, or heck this year . . . when you feel like your hubby isn’t doing his fair share, isn’t treating you like the Princess that you feel you are, look closer at his life, and his hard work. These men live to take care of us. We are not the little Princesses that we’d like to believe, but in their eyes we are Goddesses and they’d slay any dragon to make us happy.
Give your man a kiss and a hug tonight, and thank him for anything and everything he does.
Thanks to the SITS girls for this challenge this week, it was a great reminder for how much my husband does for me, even when he's being a pain in the ass. And thanks to the SITS Back to Blogging sponsors: Standards of Excellence, Westar Kitchen and Bath, and Florida Builder Appliances.
photo by spud
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