Yesterday was my Amazing Husband's birthday! As luck would have it, it was also the day he was invited to Marvelous Miss C's classroom to decorate gingerbread houses. Judging from the faces, I think it was a pretty good time.
It was reported that there was also singing and dancing where Cambria danced with Mustafa (boy in the walrus sweater) who showed some pretty swift moves involving twirling his partner. Wish I could have seen that!
End result was a successful joint venture and a really fantastic memory. What a great way to spend a birthday!
Those close to us know that Tom and I are that annoying couple who are still crazy in love with each other over a decade after we said "I do". We never fight ( honestly, never), we discuss and agree to disagree, though the disagreing rarely happens. He always makes me feel safe, and welcome, and beautiful. We've both lived an unhappy life and are more than grateful to have found the opportunity for a second chance in each other. Below is my birthday letter to him.
19 Dec 2014
Every year your birthday rolls around and I go looking for the perfect card and it just isn’t there. It’s boring, or cliché, or ridiculous and you are none of those things. You are exactly perfect and there are no exactly perfect husband birthday cards. So, since the right thing isn’t available, I settle for an almost and hope that you’ll understand that while almost isn’t perfect, it’s a start.
Your birthday is, along with celebrating your birth, a gift to me. You are a gift to me. Remember way back in Cambria (editors note: Cambria, CA where we first fell in love) that very first time when I gave you something (was it a stone?) that said “blessed” on it? I still am blessed by you. I know the word occasionally has religious connotation, but I never look at it that way. I was sorely missing something wonderful in my life and then you came along and blessings fell upon me like snowflakes and I accept them with the same joy and wonder.
I have never, in my life, been so happy. Maybe a little complacent and lazy, but entirely happy and it is because of you. It is because that even though I might feel squishy and red faced and anxious, you see through it all to me and you love me, every day and through every misplaced thought and frustration. You see beautiful, and therefore, I am. I don’t think I try hard enough to make you happy. I’ll work on that, I promise.
So Happy Birthday, love of my life. Thanks for being the best gift I ever, or will ever, receive. My love for you knows no limits. Truly.
As we move into this wonderful Christmas week, I wish for all of you the kind of love that makes you feel safe, and welcome, and beautiful. I wish the entire world could be overflowing with it. It doesn't seem like to much to ask for, does it?