Hubby Birthday!

Around this time of year, the Hubby can be found mumbling about how this is the worst time of year to have a birthday if you're an accountant. All he has done so far today, and will continue to do far far into the night, is tax returns. Even though he is a "miracle worker" (or so he tells me) it doesn't make being April born any easier. This year, along with tax season, the Hubby also has to share his birthday with Easter. 

Horoscopily, the Hubby is a Taurus. The Bull. This is the perfect sign for him. He doesn't take any crap from anyone. He stands his ground for what he believes is right. He is dense and has great mass (metaphorically speaking!) and this makes him very strong with his feet planted firmly and happily on the ground.

Of course, he's not perfect. And it must be said, yet again, that he is not the Perfect Man. But he's damned close. Well actually not that close if we go by his score (1 1/4 out of 3) on the Perfect Man scale. He does tend to tease and ridicule the people that he cares about the most. He likes techno-electronic music. He's addicted to Zombies.

I could go on about his imperfections but it IS his birthday today. I'll leave the rest til Father's Day...

What is perfect about the Hubby is that he moves our car so that my family can have the closest parking spot when they come over for dinner. When I ask him for something, anything, he will always try his best to give it to me.  He can pack a whole roomful of stuff into one suitcase. Out of the blue he will stop and marvel at how beautiful I am. In the kitchen, he can chop things into very small uniform pieces. If I can't sleep he lulls me by reciting General Accounting Principles. He openly admires the Adolescent's muscles even though he's sad that he's no longer that young and muscular. He profoundly appreciates the clear true love that the Beamer gives to him. When we were in France and I offered a euro to the person who spoke the most French each day, he was the richest family member at the end of the trip, even though he can't speak French! He cries at touching things. He likes himself. He lets me tease him on this blog.

In celebration of his birthday, I make the Hubby a Strawberry Layer Cake. I don't have to make him dinner as my cousins Terry and Brian have offered to do so. This allows me the opportunity to devote time to the Cake. This is one of my favourites. It is fresh and light. Although I decorated it with Easter eggs you can also mound strawberries on top for a beautiful presentation.

I guess not being a Perfect Man does not mean you can't be the perfect Hubby.

Happy Birthday my love.