yesterday was the love of my lifes birthday. i dont know what it is about birthdays; but i LOVE them. we woke at 4am and sat up in bed together while he opened all of his gifts and drank coffee. it was amazing to see him so excited and happy.
keeping up with birthday tradition we made love and i rushed downstairs afterwards to cook him a BLT (favourite breakfast sandwich) and make a kickass banana, yogurt and honey breakfast smoothie. i demanded he stay in bed to eat; as breakfasts in bed at our house are somewhat limited to when youre sick and special occasions; i was rapt that he happily obliged.
little miss woke not long afterwards and climbed into bed with us for cuddles and to give her daddy his gift. we could have stayed there ALL day; just talking, laughing and being together; but life called and we got organised to go to work and school.
the mr and i were smsing each other during intervals in the day; smushy messages of love and celebration (which always help the day to go faster; and with yearning to be together). i was itching to get home so badly; and when i did, i answered the door to see him all dressed up and ready for dinner. i love my husband. when he is in business attire or after 5 wear; my heart still manages to skip a beat or 3; hes the sexiest man on the planet.
we had a lovely dinner at a 5 star restaurant in surfers with family and close friends and ate like idiots. they had a dessert buffet, which included a chocolate fountain with fruit, marshmellows, nuts and pieces of nougat that you had to skewer and let run under the stream of chocolate. it was heavenly. i ate a passionfruit panna cotta, chocolate mousse, cream brulee and chocolate cream filled profitteroles; after the mudcrab and salad the mr and i shared together (not to mention the stomach ache that soon followed
).
we bid everyone goodnight and thanked them for coming. i had made little lolly boxes for our guests, out of noodle boxes i had stuffed with cellophane and lollies; with ribbons on the handles and headed home. the little lady (full of chocolate) was put to bed; and we followed soon there after; for cuddles.
happy birthday honey.
keeping up with birthday tradition we made love and i rushed downstairs afterwards to cook him a BLT (favourite breakfast sandwich) and make a kickass banana, yogurt and honey breakfast smoothie. i demanded he stay in bed to eat; as breakfasts in bed at our house are somewhat limited to when youre sick and special occasions; i was rapt that he happily obliged.
little miss woke not long afterwards and climbed into bed with us for cuddles and to give her daddy his gift. we could have stayed there ALL day; just talking, laughing and being together; but life called and we got organised to go to work and school.
the mr and i were smsing each other during intervals in the day; smushy messages of love and celebration (which always help the day to go faster; and with yearning to be together). i was itching to get home so badly; and when i did, i answered the door to see him all dressed up and ready for dinner. i love my husband. when he is in business attire or after 5 wear; my heart still manages to skip a beat or 3; hes the sexiest man on the planet.
we had a lovely dinner at a 5 star restaurant in surfers with family and close friends and ate like idiots. they had a dessert buffet, which included a chocolate fountain with fruit, marshmellows, nuts and pieces of nougat that you had to skewer and let run under the stream of chocolate. it was heavenly. i ate a passionfruit panna cotta, chocolate mousse, cream brulee and chocolate cream filled profitteroles; after the mudcrab and salad the mr and i shared together (not to mention the stomach ache that soon followed
).we bid everyone goodnight and thanked them for coming. i had made little lolly boxes for our guests, out of noodle boxes i had stuffed with cellophane and lollies; with ribbons on the handles and headed home. the little lady (full of chocolate) was put to bed; and we followed soon there after; for cuddles.
happy birthday honey.
