When I was pregnant with Chloe and found out that her due date was March 1st, Jason said, "Well there goes my birthday."
And when I was pregnant with Stella and we found out that her due date was February 15th, Jason said, "We'll never celebrate my birthday again."
It shakes out like this:
Stella's Birthday- February 10
Jason's Birthday- February 21
Chloe's Birthday-March 9
For me, the cluster of birthdays has made my life a lot easier, for one reason alone--
I get to leave up the birthday decorations for one whole month, with a valid (okay, it's really and totally inexcusable) reason.
If you know me, I like to procrastinate about taking down decorations.
You don't even want to know how long I kept up our Christmas tree.
See, look at this picture. I didn't forget his birthday at all. I would even like to say that I decorated for his special day. Even if it was first intended for Stella. Look at all of
her his cards!
I let the girls pick out cards for him this year. Stella picked out Belle. And apparently Jason is her "granddaughter".
And Chloe picked out a Tinkerbell card for her "best girl friend".
I chose one that talks about peeing your pants. Something. is. wrong. with. me.
All in all, I think he had a great birthday. Even with his girly cards and leftover decorations.
Eventually we left the fairy princesses behind and celebrated with a proper birthday dinner. We had so much fun...
He wouldn't let us sing Happy Birthday so I embarrassed him the best way I know how.
With photographic proof of my dorkiness.
Jason, your birthday is not forgotten. You are the best husband a girl could ask for and I'm more than happy to celebrate birthday, after birthday, after birthday, after birthday, with you.
Even if I do weird things to embarrass you.
Even if I use leftover decorations and fairy princess cards.
Even if I post your birthday post, one day late.
I love you.
Happy Birthday (yesterday)!