This past weekend my birthday celebrations kicked serious butt. I enjoyed myself entirely and felt so loved. However, a birthday wouldn't be a birthday without presents (let be honest, here).
Mike totally stresses about what to get me every year. And I admit, I'm hard to buy for and to surprise. Mike tried countless times to get "that reaction" of amazement and total awe, and has come very close. So this year he went the safe route of running a few ideas by me. If he went with his gut-feeling without asking me, all would be well, because I loved everything.
However there is one thing I loved above all else.
And it only cost $2.99.
"Hopeless Romantic" & "Mike" will only ever be found together in this sentence.
(But I like him that way, because sappy stuff makes me uncomfortable)
His inner Romeo came out.
His card is the one in front, with the silly-cat-face and "Wife" on it!
Take a closer look:
He wrote "future" before "wife."
Alone, that card made my birthday.
I am so lucky to have him as my "future" husband!