Today is Tammy’s birthday and for the first time since I arrived in Chicagoland, I won’t be able to celebrate it with her.
Not that I had something planned or anything since it’s not one the milestone birthdays (we one of those a few years ago).
It’s just kinda sad knowing I’m waking up in Mississippi this morning instead of surprising her with cards and little gifts or making her a special breakfast before she leaves for work.
Birthday’s have never been big deals to us, but I always try to do something special for her, like putting a card in the bathroom while she’s in the shower and another card behind her steering wheel, or putting some candy in her purse/work bag.
When she found out that I was going to be out of town on her birthday she told me not to send her anything or do anything special and she means it.
Don’t get me wrong, she appreciates if sent her flowers to work, but I’d catch hell about spending too much money on them. However, she did tell me that I’ll have to “make it up” to her when I get back.
I’m pretty sure that means I should look the other way when she buys stuff from Ann Taylor.
I just know that I wish she was next to me this morning and that she would be keeping me company as I drive to Nashville this morning.
Instead I’ll have to settle for talking to her on the phone and singing loudly to Kid Rock, Sammy Hagar or any of the other 80s hair bands I have on my iPod in her honor.
Happy Birthday Tammy, I miss you and I’ll be home soon.
I love you.