Today is my hubby’s 58th birthday. He was born exactly 6 days before I was. About the time his mother was bringing him home from the hospital fifty-eight years ago, my mother was going into the hospital to have me. That was back in the day when new moms stayed in the hospital 5-7 days after giving birth.
So for six days, I tease hubby that I am married to an older man and that he robbed the cradle. He just rolls his eyes at me because he’s good at that.
It was hot as blazes today as it just about always is for our birthdays. After all, it’s July and we’re in Tennessee. Even early this evening as we were driving to the restaurant for his birthday dinner, the thermometer in his truck was reading 99 degrees. And it felt every bit of 99.
We had a nice dinner at Longhorn Steakhouse, one of our favorite local places to eat. He got steak and I got Parmesan Crusted Chicken. He wouldn’t let me pull out my camera to take pictures (he gets all embarrassed over things like that) and I don’t have a smart phone or I would show you how delicious it really looked. I guess I’m forced to show you the mouth-watering menu pictures.
After dinner, we had cake and ice cream with his parents and his sister. Hubby makes the BEST homemade ice cream and last night he made homemade strawberry. Boy was it good. It went good with the cake I
made from scratch bought at Publix.
I’m telling you, no one can make homemade ice cream like this man can. It was just right. Perfect.
Happy birthday Rick. I love you.