We Go Big! Happy Birthday Brad!

Today is Brad’s birthday! For two weeks, he’ll be a year older than me.

We joke that we go big because something always happens around our birthdays. Last year, right around his birthday was time for Brad to replace his car, so he told people that I got him a car for his birthday. He makes me look like the best wife in the world.

This year is big too. We’ve decided to move.

We sold our house and bought another one in January and now closing is right around the corner. We close and move right between our birthdays. Our last week in our current hour will be Brad’s birthday and our first week in the new house will be my birthday. We’ve been joking that we bought each other a house for our birthdays.

We really do go big!

You know how they say, “Go big or go home?” I guess we’re just going big and going home.

But back to the birthday boy! I am looking forward to celebrating another year of Brad.

We’re upholding his birthday tradition of attending the Cleveland Auto Show and having cheesecake. However, it’ll probably be from the Cheesecake Factory since I’ve already packed everything but the bare essentials in the kitchen (for reference, wine is now served in water glasses at our house. That will soon be plastic cups!).

Happy birthday Brad! There’s no one I’d rather live out of boxes with.

My husband helps me be independent

Today is Brad’s birthday. I’m taking a slightly different approach to a birthday blog for him than normal and sharing about something I recently learned, which is: The longer I’m married, the more independent I become.

I discovered something when Brad was gone all last week on a business trip. I realized that between the time we got married and now, I’ve become so much more independent. But it’s not just independence that I’ve developed, it’s confidence, competence and comfort-ence. (Alliteration is my favorite.)

It’s not that Brad makes me have to be independent. I both want and need my husband in my life. I have identified that Brad has been a significant part of my personal development process. Brad, combined with normal progression through adulthood and  increased personal and professional responsibility, has helped me become better at being on my own. Continue reading

Birthday Weekend Wrap-Up

My birthday may have fallen on a short day, but the only thing it was short of was time. Thanks to my wonderful husband, I had a fantastic birthday weekend.


I stayed at work late on Friday to say goodbye to the woman who hired me and until Friday was my supervisor. She has moved on to new opportunities and created a few of them for me as well. Brad ended up ordering Chinese for me to pick up on the way home for dinner.

When I got home, there were roses waiting for me and Stella Artois in the fridge. Stella + sesame chicken + the couch made for a nice low-key evening.



Being the horrible birthday girl that I am, I had planned to run errands on Saturday. Brad had other plans. He treated me to breakfast and let me squeeze in on errand before treating me to a surprise afternoon.

I was instructed to dress nicely and wear comfortable shoes. Our afternoon birthday adventure included three official stops and a Starbucks break. Continue reading

A Short Birthday

I got a little disappointed this week when I noticed that my birthday falls on the dreaded “spring forward” day light savings. I will have a 23 hour birthday. I will lose an hour of sleep on my birthday. Poor me, too bad “pity” can’t be a party theme.

In all seriousness, the fact that my birthday falls on a clock-change day is in no way a big deal. It isn’t even a little deal. The actual deal is that my birthday falls on a Sunday and I like having weekend birthdays.

The 23-hour birthday is only fair because one year I had a 27-hour birthday!

I what magical, mysterious, scientifically impossible way did I ever have a 27-hour birthday?

Well, I happened to be in Seattle on my 22nd birthday. So when my birthday first started in my own time zone, it was 3 hours ahead of me. Then my birthday ended in the time zone where I was, I’d been turning 22 for a whole 27 hours.

Bring on the 23-hour birthday!

An “Unspecial” Birthday

Today is my wonderful husband’s birthday!

When asked what he wanted to do for is his birthday, if he was looking forward to it, or anything else birthday-related, he would say that this year is a really unspecial birthday because it’s not a milestone year.

I however beg to differ. Any reason to celebrate my husband is a special occasion! I’m happy to mark every year that the world is made better with him in it.

Happy “unspecial” birthday to a very special man!