Birthday Blues

Andrew has a birthday coming up and I'm not sure what to get him.

I had seen a really cute sketch from a photo on a blog a few weeks ago and thought it would be the perfect post-wedding present. I even founds tons of other people who do exactly that on Etsy so I could choose my favorite medium and give him an original piece of art of one of our favorite wedding pictures. But I panicked. I didn’t know which picture to choose and I wanted to pick his favorite. So I told him. And I'm back at square one.

Plus, I put a lot of pressure on myself. He's such a thoughtful gift giver. Do you remember the gifts he’s given me? The 12 Days of Kimberly. The milk box I wanted for months. Paper dolls with my head super imposed on them… Um, did I ever tell you about that? No I didn’t. I intentionally kept it to myself for Andrew’s protection. This past year for my birthday he wanted to buy me clothes, but he didn't know what to get. So instead he superimposed my head onto a paper doll and printed it out. Then he went to all these websites and downloaded pictures of clothes options for me, cropped them and shrunk them to fit the paper doll. It was so thoughtful and adorable. I still haven’t taken that shopping spree, so he really won with that deal!:)

Then there is the wedding gift. Did I ever tell you about that? Probably not. I try to keep my bragging to a minimum. No one likes reading a blog and then feeling crappy about their life afterwards. He made me this picture:


He walked the cold streets of Providence in the dead of winter to find these “letters” and make this collage! Again, thoughtful.

And then there are my gifts. Books. Shirts & ties. A baseball hat. A robe. So lame, so un-original. I feel like I'm flying through life by the seat of my pants and can’t find the down time to come up with something fantastic. Now it's even tougher to find time to be creative, thoughtful, and sneaky because we're married and always together. And don’t get me started on buying it. I’ve added more pressure to myself in that area. Now that our money is our money I feel anxious that I’ll spend too much on something he doesn’t really want, which ultimately comes back to kick him in the butt because it’s his money too! Ha. All the petty things I worry about.

Well, I think I have an idea of what I’m going to do for him. Obviously, I can’t tell you yet since he reads this, but I’m sure it’ll be documented with photos on our other blog. His birthday is Wednesday.

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