The stallion walked in his front door and slid out of his heavy winter coat, grateful to be in from the freezing cold temperatures that were outside.
It was his birthday today, though that hardly meant much, as he had long since passed by the age where that sort of thing even mattered and was made a big deal of.
His day had been nothing special or out of the ordinary, save for a much-appreciated breakfast made by his wife before they both had left for work, and a few well wishes from his coworkers.
The only other thing that was at all telling was a card he had gotten from his parents several days ago in the mail.
Besides that, nothing.
As one got older, birthdays came to be less and less meaningful and celebrated.
It was a somewhat sad thing, yes, but nothing to be terribly upset over.
The stallion was not expecting much when he got home, but he was pleasantly surprised to see that his wife had gotten in before him today and was cooking him his favorite dish, spaghetti with garlic and oil.
Just that little thing made what had been a rather drab and boring day into one that was far more enjoyable for him.
After that dinner, and the subsequent cleanup of the dishes, they lounged together on their couch and his wife gave him the present she had bought for him.
See, they had agreed some years ago to only ever get one present for each other's birthdays, for purely financial reasons, mind, though that rule was rarely followed in subsequent years, as both could not resist splurging a little for the other.
But this year, he only received the one present, a fact that he was completely fine with, as money had been a little tighter the past few months than normal.
He opened his gift and was very happy with what he received.
They then went to bed and fell asleep, as they both had to get up early and work the next day.