Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Midnight Baking

I woke up at 2:30 a.m. and stirred in the dark.
My husband, who works evenings, was not in bed next to me. He should have been home around midnight.
Then I smelled it. Birthday cake baking. Rich chocolate.
Happy Birthday to me.
No, I don't deserve a husband who stays up in the middle of the night to bake me a birthday cake, but I'm still keeping him.
He put the three layers in the microwave to cool.
I went back to sleep.

9 comments:

Sheila said...

that is so sweet! Happy Birthday!

Eleanor Roosevelt was right... said...

"Some people come into our lives, leave footprints on our hearts (and souls - my addition), and we are never ever the same."


Happy Facial Day !


From one of your peeps.

Frenchee le Trip said...

Joyeux Anniversaire! I'd like to swap my fairy tale looking life for a husband like that!

BFF said...

Once again I am jealous. Thanks Earl for making Paulita's birthday special. She deserves it.

Anonymous said...

sly girl -- change the subject to your fabulous hubby - i get it

Stephanie said...

Happy Birthday Paulita!

Linda said...

How great is that?! Happy Birthday!

Paulita said...

Thanks to everyone for their birthday wishes. I had a great day and can put another one behind me for the year. Now to start planning Tucker's birthday celebration.

Gina Johnson said...

Oh my goodness, what a sweetheart!!! Happy Birthday!

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