My incredibly kind, patient, (and handsome) husband had a birthday yesterday. He's not real big on birthdays (although he did enjoy not doing the dishes). And he's not real big on presents for himself. So the best I can do for him is try to show him how special he is to our family. Mostly this happens through food (possibly an unhealthy practice). But also, the kids and I try to be thoughtful of the little things that make him happy.
First off, Sunday night I asked what he wanted to do for his birthday dinner. I was crossing my fingers he would name off his favorite restaurant. And guess what? His favorite "restaurant" is right in our own house...which makes me head chef. He wanted brisket, PW's twice baked potatoes, asparagus, and homemade cheesecake. No probs. (In truth...it was pretty hairy to pull it off on a weeknight.)
I was wracking my brain for some presents. A book, some clothes, and definitely candy. My hubs LOVES candy. Candy I can do.
I gathered up six of his favorite candies and funneled them into six jars. The jars came from here.
Then I plopped the jars into this handy-dandy carrier, tied a bow on top, and put them at his place at the table. My kind of craftin'.
And what says 'you are special' more than a candy six pack?
Okay...alot of things.
But yesterday, the candy six pack went over great guns.
Happy Birthday honey!
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Posted by: supra skytop | October 18, 2011 at 06:16 PM