Today is my husband’s birthday. We’ve been together 20 years now (gasp!) yet I still never know what to get him. I’d say he’s hard to shop for but that’s not exactly true. He’s not particular in the least, he just doesn’t want anything. If I ask him what he wants he tells me nothing. Unlike me when I say nothing, which really means surprise me with something spectacular, he really means nothing. It’s true. He’s fully content with what he has. Or maybe that’s what I tell myself because I hate to shop. No really, electronics or gadgets of any kind, clothes, material stuff in general—not his thing.
If his birthday falls during the week I would normally cook him his favorite meal or dessert, maybe both if he’s lucky. If, like this year, his birthday falls on a weekend we might go out to dinner at our favorite restaurant. This year though we’ll be on the road so I’m SOL. Or he is. One of the two.
When I couldn’t come up with anything I decided what he would really enjoy is pictures of our daughter. She’s 18-months-old and a ball of fire so it’s not all that often I chase her down with the camera these days.
It’s true I’d rather take photos than shop but I think he’s really going to like these.