What I Want for my Fortieth Birthday

My husband is the best.  My fortieth birthday is a little over three months away - and last night he asked me what I wanted for my birthday.

I've spent a few days chewing on it - and I can't think of anything.  We were thinking about a trip to New Orleans - but have decided to funnel our extra money into new windows and doors at the house.  I'm admittedly a little disappointed - but it will happen someday.  We went on our big trip to the Netherlands last year, and we've got plans to rent a cottage in a neighboring state in the summer.  I can't complain.  I'd be just as happy if he told me that the windows and doors were my present.