Birthday.

Aside from the kids, birthdays aren't much of a big deal in this house. We get each other small things, and maybe a high-five, but that's pretty much it. The same goes for Valentine's Day, Christmas. Gifts are never the priority. Both of us would much rather do something than get something.

There is one gift, however, that I look forward to every year. And it's one that has not been forgotten once by Paul, so props to him. I'm not sure why or when this started, but since I was young, I always got really excited when I saw that milk cartons had my birthday printed as the 'sell by' date. I suppose it was because that meant that my birthday was that much closer. (Man, do you remember how excited you would get for your birthday when you were young?? Am I the only one that doesn't get thrilled by the prospect of another birthday anymore? It's not that I dread them, it's more like I just don't care.)

Anyway, for some reason, this got brought up the first birthday that Paul was around for. And since then, whether we needed it or not, a carton of milk with my birthday on it has always made its way to our fridge.

So much better than roses.