I often wonder why we are so different. Maybe (probably) it's a cultural thing. He grew up in Nigeria and Jamaica. I grew up in Canada. Beyond culture though, it also probably has something to do with how we were raised -- The family thing. My family goes out and celebrates at restaurants. Mother's Day/Father's Day/birthdays/anniversaries etc...etc... For me it doesn't feel like I've truly celebrated if food is not involved. For "lucky", he doesn't have that same need to celebrate with food. Unless of course he is actually hungry!
I bring this up today because yesterday was a special day for my husband. I wanted to go out and celebrate and so did others we were with. My husband being humble and not hungry did not. I told him he was being a party pooper and that we need to celebrate. Of course this meant going out. Eventually I won the fight and we went going to a restaurant for appetizers and cocktails. My husband being who he is, did not have either when out. He had water with lemon and watched the rest of us eat. Lol.... I feel like I celebrated and he didn't but I know that is so wrong. I know he had just as good a time as I did. It's the conversations and time with others that count. Not food. I wish I was more like my husband. If I was I wouldn't feel guilty for eating and drinking a bit naughty yesterday after doing so well the day before.