Rebirth of Cool
My wife’s birthday is this week.
It will be her first birthday as a married woman not spent on a cruise ship honeymooning.
So she got me real good two ways. First, by having the wedding so close to her birthday, and two, making sure that I had to do it big to keep up with the great “birthday/we just got hitched” present of 2007.
Got the flowers to be sent to her office, and I have the expensive dinner lined up at one of her favorite places. I am too good at this.
Seriously, sometimes you have to pat yourself on the back as a husband. You know the stereotypes that are out there about us. We’re lazy. We’re insensitive. We’re clueless as emotional partners.
I firmly believe in reinventing who I am for her on almost a daily basis. I don’t always get it right, but when I do, she’s pretty happy about it. And I can honestly say that it still feels new enough to us that she doesn’t view my attempts as contrived plans to win her excitement and favor.
She knows that I love her more than anything, and loves the fact that I shake it up sometimes.
Why? Because I’m just that cool.