Last year we celebrated Hubs' 29th by sending in our I600A- a fairly decent-sized step in the adoption paper process. It seems so long ago. Bad cliche drop at the beginning of this post: It's amazing how things change in a year.
Today was my beloved's 30th. In my heart and soul I want to throw him a meticulously decorated and planned party, invite those who love him over, make him all his favorite foods and treats, and proclaim from the roof tops what a rock star he is. But those things didn't happen. Or rather, I didn't make them happen. In the future, I don't want to use life cirucmstances as an excuse to not do the things I want to do.
But the day wasn't a total loss. We went to a lake and I made him read in the shade and relax. And in lieu of a fabulous cake we made s'mores with the kids. We visited Brady at the hospital, gave him a bath and a sweet baby mohawk and hit up our favorite Bostonian ice cream J.P Licks. Much like last year, no pomp. No circumstance. I wanted to do more.
But I love him. He takes care of a family of four kiddos and performs beautifully the hefty assignment of putting up with a wife who is wound way more tightly than he (or I) knew when we were married at the ripe ages of 23 and 22. He has taken in the last seven months of hullabaloo in stride. He is my hero. Happy Birthday, Hubs dear.
A special thank you to his parents, who raised such a boy. I am the luckiest girl in the world!
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