Things change so much.
When our relationship began, I watched you with me, with my kids, and I wondered how it would be. I wondered how taking on three lives that weren’t yours would affect you and how you would deal.
I wondered how long I would have you.
Now I wake up every morning to your face, to the sound of your voice, the weight of you next to me.
I am thankful.
The time we’ve had together has not been long, but it’s been forever at the same time. Through all the things we’ve had and lost, the things we’ve never had, and the things we hope for – I realize more and more what a gift you are to me.
If there were no bad times, we wouldn’t recognize the good.
I was reminded last night as you sat accompanied by four little feet, reading about how funny things are everywhere, that our lives are complete because we have you.
My kids have you as someone else who would die for them – one more reinforcement to them that they are precious and loved.
I have you as what I never knew I always wanted.
Happy birthday, husband of mine.
Tuesday night, Max and my mom (mind you, my mom who – when I was a growing tyke – would’ve sent me to my room for saying “fart”) were sitting comfortably in the green chair in Mom’s living room, perusing a coloring book and discussing the pictures. They happened upon a rendition of a bear in swimming trunks who was – as rebellious young bears sometimes do – quite blatantly running past the well-displayed “No Running” sign at the swimming pool.
They paused to discuss this situation.
Granna: Now see? He’s running, which he should not be doing.
Max: Well why? Why is he running?
Granna: Well I’m not sure, I only have the one frame. I don’t know the whole story.
Max: Why does it say no running?
Granna: Because at the pool, it’s wet, and if you run, you could fall. And if you fall, you could get really hurt – you could break your arm, or your neck, or just, you know, get really hurt.
Max: Oh, yes, you could. And also, Granna, if you’re a boy, you could break your balls.
Obviously, nothing gets past my son. Nothing. So don’t even try.