Today is my husband’s birthday.
(I would like to say it’s also our niece, Betsy’s birthday. She’s celebrating with her husband, children and mother this evening and I know they’ll have a wonderful time. Happiest Day Betsy!! But this is another story…)
This is not one of the “big” birthdays, ending in a zero or a five but it’s still significant. It’s his birthday! and that, to me, means a little celebration and a little contemplation.
The celebrating comes this evening when we go out for dinner at a restaurant we’re both keen to try… a little red meat, a little seafood, a little wine, it’s going to be nice. And it’s going to be romantic. ’cause he’s still a very romantic man.
He’s also a very dependable man. He does what he says he’s going to do and he does it to the best of his ability. He’s accomplished around the house; he’s a very good musician and music teacher; he loves to ski and play golf and fish for trout; he loves The Grey Cat and me in pretty equal measure; and every day, at least once a day, he makes me laugh and that is priceless.
He’s a wonderful son and a very good brother, a fun uncle, a great friend, and the best kind of partner in crime for me. (Almost) all the things I am not, he is. (Almost) all the things I wish I knew or understood, he does. Goodness knows he has his quirks and more than a few things that he does or says that drive me nuts… but I have more than my share of peculiarities which make him just as crazy so we’re probably even on that.
What makes me know that he is very special is that we married on faith. We didn’t date, really, before we were married. In the five years we knew each other before we married, we spent 16 days together… including the day (night) of our wedding rehearsal. The day part, I should say, was for me a mess (although not nearly as much so as the day of our evening wedding; now that was a mess!!) We married knowing each other through letters and stories exchanged and stolen time spent alone amongst my younger brothers and his recovery from an airplane crash. He surprised me, surprised me very very much, when he asked me to marry him but he had faith we could make it work. I believed him. I said yes.
So celebrating the moments and days in our lives which should be celebrated — his birthday and mine, our anniversary, Family Day, getting good news about work projects, and so on — all of those things are even sweeter because I’m celebrating with him
Tomorrow, he celebrates with friends and a couple of my brothers, his brother, with the annual poker game, pool tournament and pork fest. Tonight, it’s just us. Marking another milestone, grateful for our time together, growing older together, looking forward to saying, many more times: