Dia del Targo

So, last Thursday was The Targo's 30th birthday. I seriously want to laugh out loud every time I think about that because WOW! Has he been giving me grief about being in my thirties for the past year and some change! ACK! (Exclamation point much?)


While I had grand plans for awesome gifts! Memorable moments! And just plain cool stuff... I totally dropped the ball on his birthday gifts. What did I get him? Well, the more important question is "When did I get them?" The answer would be -- about noon on his birthday.


I got him this book:

The cats got him a funny birthday card and a gift certificate for this place:

(If you haven't, try the low-fat cake batter yogurt! O-MA-GAH! It's heavenly.)

I know! On a scale of 1 to 10, these birthday gifts are lame squared. Usually, I'm pretty good on the fly. But this year? I was so out of ideas.

However, all was not lost. As I said, we went to The Grotto on State. This might be my new favorite Chicago steakhouse. But, to add to the lame-ity... we had a coupon! I admit it! I took my man out on his 30th birthday with thoughtless gifts and a coupon. Did I mention the book was wrapped by the staff at Barnes and Noble? Oh Lord. I should be sent to wife purgatory on the express train.

The Targo? He was happy. He ate much of my ROCKIN' filet Mignon and he loved his gifts. What a gracious birthday boy. I should really take notes.

When we got home from dinner, I was lamenting that I had only gotten him one gift. He was all "What are you talking about? You bought me a book and the gift card ... and dinner."

I blinked at him and said "Oh yeah. For some reason, I was really thinking the Cold Stone card was from the cats."

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But, The Targo is 30. It's strange, but because we've been together for so long, I didn't think these milestones would mean so much to me. But they do. I can't believe how much we've grown up over the past six and a half years. He was really "just a kid" when we started dating. I've seen him grow into this confident, successful, wonderful man. And quite frankly, I couldn't be prouder to have him as my husband. He's smart, funny (although it's somewhat situationally...heh), stable, a hard worker, and my best friend. This is what I always hoped love would be like.

So, Targo... Whenever you can read this... Thank you. Thank you for choosing me when I chose you. I hope we share many more milestones together. I know I dropped the ball on this birthday, but I'll try to make it up to you.