There weren’t cute and clever invitations. There wasn’t a guest list. There weren’t even reservations to my favorite restaurant. It was a simple celebration..at the McCottage. It was perfect.
The Angler arrived home last night with an armload of pink and white flowers wrapped in paper and tied with a blush bow. As he handed off the blooms he explained how he had stood in the florist’s cooler handpicking each posey. Roses -which, of course, he knows this belle loves ( We only had 1500 of them at our wedding) and white flowers which he choose for fragrance. I smiled. He does pay attention to my domestic ramblings sometimes.
He also brought home a catered meal. Start to finish. An appetizer of cheese and crackers, a delicious strawberry goat cheese salad, Chicken Florentine with a bechamel sauce, twice baked potatoes and green beans almondine. (Again, he picked them all himself! The boy can plan a menu.)
Our dinner was interrupted by a call from his brother – I suspect this was perfectly timed. By the time he returned to the candlelit dining room. (Yes, The Angler had set the table with our china and candles), he told me he had drawn a bubble bath – again candlelit. (This girls, is why you keep three dozen glass votive holders and a mass of tea lights at you disposal. One day – the mister will finally realize he can use them, too) Pink Martini softly playing in the background. He told me to enjoy the bath…alone. Ahhhhh! I did.
After the bath he poured the perfectly chilled Veuve Cliquot into our Waterford Millennium Prosperity flutes -which I completely forgot that we owned. What a surprise to see those beauties again. And then of course the piece de resistance…a pink cupcake.
Everything I adore was wrapped into one evening. I had the flowers, the meal, the cupcake, the music, the bubbly, the hot bath, and mostly my guy.
Thank you, sweetie, for a wonderful birthday.
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