My dear husband turned 40 on Tuesday, and I wanted to share a recap of all the festivities!
We kicked things off with our tradition of serving breakfast (apple puff pancake) in bed. Shortly after Eric got to work, he called to inform me that all of his coworkers had dressed in black for the occasion, and his office was filled with black balloons and confetti. Eric's brother, in cahoots with the other siblings, hung a huge poster outside of Eric's office window. Because Eric works in the most prominent building on our college campus, the news of Eric's birthday was highly visible! (Unfortunately, we had rain that morning, and it washed away the paint on the sign, so it was less effective than had been hoped. Funny!)
Lest you think the day was over, the biggest activity was yet to come. I knew Eric wouldn't want a party (surprise or otherwise), so I invited his brother and two close friends to come over here after the kids were in bed. My thought was that they'd hang out and play games, but Eric said he'd rather go out. Many jokes were made about the possible destination, but when Eric shared what he wanted to do, I was stunned. Eric said he'd been thinking about the past year, and how our hospital journey was such a huge piece of that. We stayed in two different Ronald McDonald Houses during those 40 days, and Eric had the idea to go to the one that's 75 miles away and bake a cake for the residents there to celebrate his birthday. I burst into tears. Who thinks of something like that?! My husband. I was as blown away that he had the idea as I was that 4 men drove 150 miles round-trip and made dessert for other people. Late at night, I might add. Isn't that so cool? It's a testimony to Eric and to his brother and great friends that they would do something so thoughtful.
It was a happy 40th birthday, indeed.