Happy Birthday

The conversation went something like this.

Jon:

“Happy Birthday, Sweetheart”

Steph looking at me suspiciously.

Jon:

“I have a special gift for you. Quickly, throw on a summer dress, grab the red umbrella, go and stand in the middle of the freezing lake. I will stand at the edge of the lake dry with my warm coat on, taking your picture.”

A moment of silence passes.

Steph:

“So on my birthday, you want me to freeze my ass off so you can take another damn picture??”

Jon:

“I can see how it might not look like the best gift.”

Steph walking into the freezing lake.

“The joys of being married to a photographer.”

Jon:

“Just a bit further”

Steph:

“I am going to shove that camera up your *beep*.

Happy birthday to me.”