Sam was never one to do birthdays, and wasn't any more inclined towards hers now that she was married.
Saul of course had other ideas, though in deference to Sam's feelings limited himself to a small present and a nice dinner.[1]
The birthday after that whole mess with Leshp, Saul presented her with a package that went crinkly at her touch, with a look of anticipation on his face reserved for the arrival of a new stud at the pens.
He grinned. "Open it!"
She did and pulled out a giant woolen sweater.
"I asked Jenny, one of the gels in the kitchen if she'd show me how to knit and…"
He trailed off as he realized Sam was still looking at her sweater. It was red, a color that if she were ever to admit to having a favorite color would be it. It was far too big for her; she pulled it on and was immediately swallowed by thick red wool. It was rather thick and knotted all over, as Saul still didnt know how to knit. It itched rather much.
No one had ever made Sam anything before, not even her Mum, who was busy making sure they had enough to simply eat.
Sam wasn't usually physically demonstrative, so Saul was pleasantly surprised to have his wife rocket into him and hug and kiss him fiercely.
Later, lying in Saul's arms wearing only the sweater, she reached up and gave him a kiss on the nose.
"Thank you"
Two months later, a visit to Mrs Content made Sam realize that the sweater wasn't the only thing she received on her birthday.
[1] though a little imp of the perverse in him also had a big bouquet of flowers to her office at Pseudopolis Yard. Watchmen learned not to mention them but Sam could still hear various muffled "awwwws" every year.