Wayne forgot my birthday, mainly because I wasn’t home to remind him.  I was in Hartford, Connecticut at Stitches East, an amazing knitting conference with an even more amazing market.  Market–as in they sell even more amazing yarns!  When I casually mentioned what I’d be doing ON MY BIRTHDAY, I could hear the panic in Wayne’s voice and knew the date had completely slipped his mind.  I reassured him it was no big deal and that I’d simply purchase my own gift.  Since I was in yarn market heaven, it wouldn’t be a problem. 

However, my loving husband—and kindly remember this is after years of training—decided he needed to do something.  So when I arrived home there were three dozen roses waiting for me.  I tell you, the man’s got it down now.  Roses, the way to this woman’s heart!