"It's your birthday tomorrow," he said. "Are you excited? You should be excited. ... You aren't excited, are you? You don't even care, do you?"
"Well," I said awkwardly, "You already gave me my fantastic treadmill-present and ... I dunno ... I have a lot of work to do ... Sure, yes, I'm excited."
"You are not," he declared, flat out.
I gave up. "Why are YOU excited about it?"
His instant, genuinely passionate response: "Because it's the day YOU came to be!!! And THAT is the best day of my life, every year!!!"
Oh my gosh, you guys. How freaking romantic is that??!!!!
So if you're looking for me today, I'll be the one with the silly grin on my face.... Sorry about that.
(But I'm not.)