It’s my husband’s birthday today. I haven’t done anything special for him. Shame on me! No gifts were bought to surprise him. No cake and bouquet were ordered. I haven’t picked a greeting card nor have I written a small note for him. Just like any other day, I am ensconced on the bed and busy blogging. He’s happily answering calls and replying to all the texts. That sounds mundane, doesn’t it?
I took him to the Reebok store a couple of weeks ago to get a pair of shoes that he wished to buy for a long time. Fortunately, he was sated as the shoes were available as he expected. On our way back home that day, we picked a branded shirt and thus accomplished his birthday shopping. We have decided to do nothing interesting for his birthday. It’s going to be just another day in the calendar.
I always wonder about how things change as the time flies by. The excitement and enthusiasm that I had before wedding have tarnished. Our outlook has changed, but things carry profound meaning these days. I used to choose gifts meticulously for his birthday before wedding and spent hours to conceive a plan to give him an unconventional surprise. Those days have gone. All I did in the last few years were, hugged him, kissed him on his forehead and whispered ‘Happy Birthday and May God bless us’ to his ears. I haven’t broken the protocol this year too.
Hugs and kisses convey the message that words and presents fail to do.