My husband & i are horrible with birthdays. Not just each others, but the kids too.
But i remember one time, only a couple of weeks into our marriage, Neil came home with this black leather wallet.
"Look what i got you." He said.
My wallet had just fallen apart & wouldn't stay shut anymore after the zipper broke & i guess he had noticed & decided spur of the moment to get me a new one. i couldn't believe it. All evening i bugged him.. "But, WHY did you get that?! Did you see it on SALE somewhere??"
"Nope. i just knew you needed one, so i went & found one..."
"But, why would you do that? What made you think of that? How did you know that i needed one?" It wasn't my birthday, our anniversary, a holiday, or even a Friday...
It was just too absurd to think of someone seeing a need & filling it for me.
13 years later - maybe i've started taking him for granted 'cause i get it now. i get that he buys me things to take care of me & to show his love. i get that he sucks at saying the right thing - but that his heart *surely* beats for me. i get that he's thoughtful, generous and a 'no reason gift-giver'.
's what i like better than birthdays or anniversaries, or Valentines, or Christmas.
i'm on his mind... & i wanna stay there.