I love my husband. No, this isn’t going to be one of those cheesy, gushy posts about how wonderful he is. In fact those kinds of tributes make my heart hurt. My husband’s not perfect. I’m not perfect. Our marriage has never been perfect. If yours is, then I envy you that. We have had our share of trials: four unplanned pregnancies that resulted in our four amazing children, a few unexpected job changes (his), one life threatening medical emergency (mine), plus a bunch of other things sprinkled in to challenge two very stubborn people. I’ve been thinking a lot about all of this lately and I’m so grateful that we have stuck it out. To show him my undying devotion, every year I usually host a fabulous birthday party in his honor and invite some of his highschool buddies and their wives. The Freudian explanation (or Dr. Phil, you pick) is that my mom always threw us kids the most incredible birthday parties as a way to show us that she loved us. The only problem is that my husband doesn’t see it as love—he sees it as work, since he always has to help me. He likes simple parties with good food and friends. Poor guy, he’s married to me–simple isn’t an option. But this year I was determined to make the party as stress free and I could and to top it all off, it was going to be, in a very subtle way, all about him. I came up with what I thought was a no-fail, for sure party theme, The Trophy Husband.
Rule #1: Don’t show your husband the cake topper before the actual party or he’ll veto it. And then you’ll have to use other tactics to sneak it onto the cake. You can get this awesome cake topper at Hey Yo Yo on etsy.