Husband Happy

This day is done.  We've wrapped it up and we're calling it a huge win, as far as days go.  As far as bloggy things go, it might not be a win, since the only picture I took today was this: 

Boys are so fun.
They let you shoot up their birthday presents, and they're happy about it!

This morning, I dropped my little bean off at her lovely lovely babysitter's, and headed to pick up handsome from work.  I had big plans, all of which I had made in my head and none of which I had verified or scrutinized too closely, so we ended up walking around a community track for the better part of an hour to kill time until the gun shop opened.  And although I was frazzled and disappointed and a leetle stressed at missing my Saturday morning with RG, I shoved all of those feelings down in the dark dungeon of "things that are not real and therefore should not impact your attitude/be used to make decisions" and enjoyed my 2 miles with my hubby on his second day of being 29.

I just walked and listened, and he just talked and talked.  This man has shared his stories with me since I was 15.  It blows my mind, sometimes, to think of how much this relationship was out of our hands.  The man I am now married to, the selfless, patient, wise, creative, hardworking, funny man I call husband is not the 16 year-old boy I dated (hashtag: goodthing, hastag: thatwouldbeillegal).  I had no idea, when I said "I don't know if you're the right guy for me, but it seems you're the right guy for right now, so sure, we can try this dating thing," that I would end up married to a man of such high caliber, or that he'd be the same person.

Sometimes I feel weird sharing this, and I suppose that all goes back to the jinx, but we're happy.  We're real happy.  We love to laugh, smooch, and have adventures, and we both consider ourselves to be very lucky, although I know that I'm the luckier.  We're not "ohmythisisdreamy" happy 24/7, and there are times of downright irritation.  But roll the days together, tie it with a bow, we're in love.  We've been "together" for over 10 years, married for over 5, and I would love 50 more.  Unfortunately, as you might know, we've only got 35 more years, since Handsome says that the traditional anniversary gifts get too expensive after year 40, so we're going to break up then.

I'm so thankful for my husband, and I'm learning more and more to trust him and lean on him, and to cut him more slack.  It actually felt like a revelation today, but I thought "sometimes he knows more than you do".  I shouldn't have been surprised, he often knows more than I do.  But he's unassuming about it, and I forget.  This new stage, learning to parent with him, has been harder than I thought it would be.  But I love it.  I'd love if it had stayed just him & I forever, but then I wouldn't get to see all of these new skills of his.  And what the masses say is true - I'm falling for him all over again. 

So darling - Happy birthday.  Thank you, times 1 million.  You're the best man I know.

<3 M.