Last week was my birthday, and I didn't feel very well waking up on that morning.
I went downstairs for breakfast, hoping my husband would be pleasant and say, 'Happy Birthday!', and possibly have a small present for me.
As it turned out, he barely said good morning, let alone 'Happy Birthday.'
I thought...'Well, that's marriage for you, but the kids...they will remember.'
My kids came bounding down stairs to breakfast and didn't say a word. So when I left for the office, I felt pretty low and somewhat despondent.
As I walked into my office, my handsome Boss, Rick, said, 'Good morning, lady! and by the way Happy Birthday!' It felt a little better, that at least someone had remembered.
I worked until one o'clock, when Rick knocked on my door and said, 'You know, it's such a beautiful day outside, and it's your birthday, what do you say we go out to lunch, just you and me?' I said, 'Thanks, Rick, that's the greatest thing I've heard all day. Let's go!'
We went to lunch. But we didn't go where we normally would go. He chose instead a quiet bistro with a private table. We had two martinis each, and I enjoyed the meal tremendously.
On the way back to the office, Rick said, 'You know, it's such a beautiful day... We don't need to go straight back to the office, do we?'
I responded, 'I guess not. What do you have in mind?' He said, 'Let's drop by my place; it's just around the corner.'
After arriving at his house, Rick turned to me and said, 'If you don't mind, I'm going to step into the bedroom for just a moment. I'll be right back.' 'Okay,' I nervously replied.
He went into the bedroom, and after a couple of minutes he came out, carrying a huge birthday cake...
Followed by my husband, my kids, and dozens of my friends and co-workers, all singing 'Happy Birthday.'