I made him Portuguese sweet bread French toast and bacon and a pot of assam for breakfast (later I’m making him a strawberry cheesecake for birthday cake) and got him Laibach tickets for May (in New York, we’re going for two days, and doing a bunch of museums too). Also while making his birthday breakfast I realized what birthday breakfast making means in terms of how you feel about someone, and then I felt really really loved.
Not to toot my own horn, but I’m pretty sure I’m wifing to my greatest potential right now.
Thoughts From The Peacock Angel 