He took me shopping on my birthday.
I know. I was as shocked as you are.
He didn't set limits or parameters, and except for being a little tight-lipped and pale of face about pulling out his credit card to pay for an admittedly pricey set of bejeweled hair combs, he was a peach. And he really did make the day about me; we lunched, spent an hour sniffing perfume, lolled around in many different shoe departments, he waited patiently as I tried on fifteen million pair of boots, and he only diverted into Johnston and Murphy once. If you knew Nolan's shoe fetish like I do, you would have indulged him, too. All in all, I call the day a success. I didn't find any boots I liked, but I ended up with a few pairs of tights, some new perfume, and THESE bad boys. (I couldn't find the exact picture. I think mine are even cuter, though.) EDIT: Nope! HERE THEY ARE!
I'm not gonna lie. They make me a little giddy. And I had to leave them at mom's house due to space being at a premium in our luggage. * pitiful sob*
Maaaaybe that's why Nolan and I are so well suited. We BOTH have a shoe thing. Huh. Go figure.
And I got not just one, but two awesome, HOMEMADE birthday cakes by two of the best cooks on Earth. Mom made my favorite cake in the world, and my sister Em made a dynamite chocolate raspberry with a ganache frosting that made me want to weep with joy a little because it was so fabulous. It got inhaled so fast I didn't have a chance to take a picture. And many, heartfelt thanks to all of the people who sent good wishes on the day, or after. I really appreciated them all. You people make me smile.