Last year I took Catherine to Paris for her birthday. This year I’m doing my best to be a caring and supportive husband as she fights breast cancer. That’s a hell of a comedown, but I suppose I set the bar pretty high for myself by treating my wife to a vacation in Paris as a fortieth birthday present.
No, this isnt a humblebrag. At least, I don’t think it is. I honestly feel like I’m letting Catherine down because we’re not in a position to make as big a deal over her 41st birthday as we did over her 40th. Never mind that 41 isn’t the milestone that 40 represents.
This is probably all in my head, of course.