First of all, happy birthday!
I sure am glad to find other husbands like mine. He usually remembers my birthday - only because he almost drowned on that day in 1971, and unfortunately the WTC happened on my birthday - yep, 9/11.
Yesterday, however, was our 30th wedding anniversary. This year I decided not to remind him every day for the past week. I did mention it July 4 "10 days until our 30th". Yep - yesterday morning, I woke up and said, "Happy Anniversary". Silence - then, "Is today the 14th?" "Yes" Silence - then, "It's our 30th isn't it?" "Yes".
Guess what I got - a card that he and our son went to Wal-Mart to get just before I got home from work. After he gave it to me, he said, "What are your thoughts for dinner?"
I ended up going to Kroger for filets, mushrooms and potatoes. Cooked dinner, too. I brought him back a dozen roses, box of candy, and a card. He passed the roses on the kitchen table a couple of times, until I finally said - did you see your flowers? "What flowers?"
He really does love me, just has a hard time showing it. I, too, have gone the route of writing lists for Christmas and birthday and being disappointed because he found something "better" (like hedge clippers for my 38th - not even wrapped!). I've given up, and now buy my own birthday and Christmas gifts (usually a Disney snow globe). Must be that "Y" chromosome!