Today is Husband’s birthday. Husband, the loving, the talented, the hard-working, the early-rising, the studious, the gentle, the appreciative, the concerned, the love of my heart. Want to know what? I love birthdays. And want to know what else? I love presents. Mine, or anybody else’s. Buying gifts, planning gifts, making gifts, wrapping gifts… it all makes me really happy.
And also, I couldn’t wait until today to do the birthday present thing.
So we came home from Grandma and Grandpa’s house yesterday afternoon (it really was afternoon, even though it was almost dark) and busted out the presents. I had a good excuse, really, because Husband was threatening to put on the Netflix show of the moment, which happens to be Jurassic Park. It’s not that I don’t like Jurassic Park, it’s more like I just… hate it.
So we suggested presents, and after some new windshield wipers and some vanity shelving for the beautiful photos
he takes and also Coldstone Ice Cream, which is available now in my very own market’s freezer, there was UP
. You may recall that I liked
this show every time I saw it in theaters. (I think 3 times. Maybe more.) Somehow, I liked it even more snuggled up in the basement with the fireplace going and the Kids all piled around each other. And not only because I could fall asleep for twenty minutes without getting that crunch in my neck when my unfortunate sleep patterns manifest themselves in a movie theater. I just really love the act of filling my home with something good. And this movie is good.
But, I have to say that if I had never seen it and I just read the back jacket copy, I would never have bought this DVD. Listen to this: “Carl Fredricksen, a retired balloon salesman, is part rascal, part dreamer who is ready for his last chance at high-flying excitement. Tying thousands of balloons to his house, Carl sets off to the lost world of his childhood dreams. Unbeknownst to Carl, Russell, an overeager 8-year-old Wilderness Explorer who has never ventured beyond his backyard, is in the wrong place at the wrong time – Carl’s front porch!” Yes, the exclamation point is theirs. The copy only gets worse after that. I mean, really? Really? You can make a movie THIS wonderful, and here’s what you say about it? It reminds me the importance of a great query letter. But this is not about writing, not really. This is about Husband, and birthdays, and days off school and work and post-holiday relaxing.
So Husband is a year older* and our fridge is full of a Honeybaked Ham that we totally did not bring to the Thanksgiving gathering yesterday (on purpose, because I’m selfish, not like Nathan – who just forgot to put everything that’s not pie in his car, I’m just saying) and we have three more days of nothing planned. That would be my idea of a vacation. All the Kids here, no work schedule, the house is already clean, no school, no plans. Except a photo shoot, because that’s what Husband really wants for his birthday – to take pictures without anyone moaning or melting in protest. I’ll let you know how that turns out. The pictures. And the moaning.
*not a year older than me. He’s three years older than me. Just so we’re straight on that.