Birthday Sentiments

on 06 February 2008

This is The Husband long before he was The husband. He's the one on the left. The one on the right is his best friend The Jeff. But since we know about 40 Jeffs we generally call him The Jefe. And why, yes, they are representing the North, thank you for asking. I don't remember how old he is here, I think he must be 12 or 14. He's cute though, no?

Today is the Husband's birthday. Please allow me to slip into sentimentality for a bit because he is the Husband and also my best friend and ALSO it's MY blog. And dude. I'm pregnant, I can be sentimental if I want to! If you don't want to read it, you don't have to. Skip along and we'll return to our regularly scheduled programming tomorrow.

I have to say that I'm rather glad the man was born. He's changed my life in more ways than I can list here...but more importantly he makes my life so much happier. I probably don't tell him that enough. I'm quick enough to point out the MESS on his desk or the HUGE pile of laundry or how the man PROCRASTINATES everything, but I seldom tell him how much happier my life is, how much more of a joy it is to live in the world with him. I suppose we hardly ever tell people those things though.

And one of those little known facts about the Husband is just how funny he is. He cracks me up, even when he's trying to convince me to quit chewing on my nails or some other such fidgetiness on my part...he makes me laugh. The other day he had gone to Bojangles for breakfast and he proceeded to tell me this story about this man who was in line ahead of him. He did all the voices and represented the menu so that I could picture the whole thing--faces and everything. It was awesome. There are other things too--but they're private and also they're just mine and I'm not willing to share.

He loves Patrick O'Brien's novels. He's read the Aubreyad at least 3 times (it's 20 books long)...the happiest I had seen him in a long time was when we visited the USS Constitution (it figures prominently in one of O'Brien's books). He's rereading it now and will periodically stop me to read a section from the text, the funny bits--you know, when Jack Aubrey messes up a cliche or Stephen gets the better of him. It's those moments when he approaches me with tales of these characters as if they were real people.

Do you ever feel as if you've lived your life up to a certain point as if everything was in black and white? Or in mono sound instead of stereo? And then something sudden happens and everything bursts into Technicolor and stereo sound and it's as if you woke up from some strange elongated dream. He's that something sudden in my life. Every day, he suddenly happens. It never gets old, it never stops surprising me that he chooses to be with me every day.

Thanks, Love. For bringing me Technicolor and stereo sounds. The world is best for having you in it.


Whimsy said...

Oh this is so very sweet. Please give The Husband all our best wishes for a VERY happy birthday. You may also thank him for making YOU so happy and for giving you the kind of joy and peace that you deserve.

~SH~ said...

Ok, so I'm not even pregnant anymore and you still make me cry!! What's the deal? That was awesome - and tell The Husband a big ol' Happy Birthday from me! Love is the best. I think I'll go home and tell my "The Husband" how much I think so, instead of about those piles of laundry, tonight. Thanks for sharing!