I’m printing this blog with permission from my husband, who kindly gave me the go ahead with one small caveat, “Please don’t make me look like too big of an a**hole.”
Yesterday, I turned 39. Those of you with December birthdays know that it’s not an ideal time of year to be born and that it’s also useless to complain about it. I did, though, make it clear to my husband early on in our dating that I love birthdays, especially mine, and that I would very much enjoy being treated like royalty on my special day, or at least equal to anyone whose birthday fell in a more opportune month.
For those of you who don’t know him, my husband is fantastic. I’m not just saying this to fulfill my verbal contract made before publishing this post. He is hard working, hilarious, handsome, strong, diplomatic, charitable, and open-minded. There is no doubt that he adores me.
Um, but yesterday morning, we woke early to have a family birthday celebration before everyone rushed off to work, school, and boot camp. I started with gifts from the kids, which were very thoughtful and sentimental. Perfect! Then, my husband handed me a very enticing oversized gift bag containing my one and only gift from him: a pair of grey sweatpants. I didn’t know how to react but I landed on gracious and thanked him. “Wow, these look really cozy. Thanks!”
I should also mention, because he would want me to, that these aren’t sweatpants from Walmart. (But they weren’t lululemon, either.) I’d say they fell somewhere in between. Just to help you get a visual.
All day long I was distracted by the sweatpants. I don’t need high cost gifts to be happy. One year, when we were very young and had no money, my husband bought me a blow dryer and two bottles of nail polish for Valentine’s Day. A hair dyer actually was a big expense for us but better than that, he noticed mine was not working well and he bought me colors of polish I did not already own. I still count that Valentine’s gift as one of the best I’ve ever received.
Since there was no clear sentimental or thoughtful reasoning behind the sweatpants, I wondered deep down in the pit of my insecurity if they were a subtle clue as to how he really felt about me. I told no one about the sweats except my dear, sweet friend from Boston who immediately suggested it was a decoy gift and that something better would be coming. I was pretty sure nothing better was coming. Finally, at 10 pm I had to say something. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I’m a little sad that you just bought me sweatpants for my birthday.” I expected him to say something defensive like “you had sweatpants on your list!” (I did, but I also had jewelry and a Fondue set) or “our culture is too commercial and I wanted to bring back gratitude for the smaller things”. Neither of those statements sound like something he would say, but until yesterday I didn’t think gifting sweats was something he would do, either. Instead, he looked mortified.
“I know!” he said. “I was totally unprepared!” Apparently he had planned on shopping during his lunch for some other gifts but when I suggested we do gifts first thing he was caught with only the sweats. When I asked him why he didn’t tell me he wasn’t ready, he looked crushed. “Either way I blew it. I was either going to be ready for your birthday with a terrible gift, or have to admit I wasn’t going shopping until the very last minute.”
For me, knowing my husband didn’t think sweatpants were a complete gift was good enough. It was a relief to find out at least he planned more, even if the execution was off. We’re already laughing about it. And, on the upside, I feel pretty sure it’s going to be a great Christmas for me this year (wink wink). Whereas, if my birthday were in June, he wouldn’t have an immediate opportunity to make things better. I guess my December birthday has it perks after all.
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