Things only He would Choose

on 07 February 2013

Chris had his 33rd birthday yesterday.  As many of you know, this was his Hobbit coming of age.  We're all very proud of him.

In celebration of this achievement, I convinced him to take the day off of work, and we would do whatever he wanted.  And as proof of the mystery and comedy that is my husband, I thought I would share the list with you.

For his birthday Chris wanted to:

  • sleep in.
  • eat lunch at the most elegant and supreme Chinese buffet.**
  • Pie.
  • The go to the Wake County firing range for a class.
And that was all.  He's an odd and simple man, my husband.  So his birthday dawned and I got up with the kids and kept them reasonably quiet so that he could sleep.  My parents came down because they wanted to take him to lunch, so they went to the most elegant and supreme Chinese buffet with us.

I made him a butterscotch cream pie (one of his favorites) in the morning and my sweet Mom brought him his very own peach pie (his other favorite), I also made a chocolate pie for the general assembly.  So there was chinese food, and there was pie.

Now, for the next part of our story, you must remember back to somewhere on this blog, I know not where, but I know I've talked about our dating somewhere.  Chris and I both went to UGA, and I would take morning classes and he would take mostly afternoon classes, so we would meet downtown for lunch, eat lunch, and then head back to his apartment.  I would study and he would nap until his classes started.  Then we would head back to campus, I would continue to work in the library and he would go to class, until we would meet up for dinner.  I know it sounds boring to most, but it was just right for us.  So naturally, after lunch, he wanted to come home and nap.  So we bedded down the children and I cleaned up the kitchen while he napped.

He must have had an awesome nap because he totally forgot to go to the firing range for his class until 5 minutes before it was due to start!  I felt so bad!  I should have put it on the calendar, but I didn't.  I just assumed that since it was at the firing range, he'd be so excited he wouldn't forget.  So he didn't get to go to his class, but we had plenty of pie for dinner (they are, every one of them, DELICIOUS).

In a somewhat related note, we talked about my increasing inability to sustain the whole of Burnstopia happiness while he sinks into an annual funk.  So he's been trying really hard this year to combat it.  And you know, he's doing a wonderful job.  And the thing is, I understand.  I know what it's like to look at your life on your birthday and feel disappointed that it isn't what you thought it would be.  I know what it's like to feel like you should be doing something different, or be somewhere else, or whatever.  I get that.  But I also know that at the end of the day, what matters is that we're on the path.  Not how fast we're going, or how far away the goal is, but that we're on the path and we're moving in the right direction.  And in spite of all of the inherent frustrations, the disappointments, the discouragements, I know we are on the right path.  And best of all, we're together.  And that's worth celebrating.

**We get these fliers in the mail on a weekly basis advertising their restaurant in this manner.  It cracks us up endlessly, and now we don't even know the name of the restaurant, we just call it the most elegant and supreme buffet.