Today is my husband’s 37th birthday. WOW. 37. And to think, he was a spry 26 when I first met him. And at the time, 26 seemed so old to me. I like to kid him about his age a lot. I’ll remind him of how old I was when he graduated high school or some such silly thing. And whenever he tries to give me crap for turning 31 or whatever, I just remind him that he’s a good 5 1/2 years older than I am. He takes the ribbing in good spirits though. He doesn’t seem like he’s 37. Shoot, some days I think he’s doing good to seem like he’s 30.
And today is his birthday. I’ve tried to give him a good day. It can be hard, with limited budgets, to do everything you’d like to do to celebrate someone’s big day. Harry made him breakfast in bed (while I supervised, of course) and we gave him his gift (Halo 2 Vista, of course) and then went to church. Our friends took us out to lunch afterward in celebration and we’re cooling our heels right now. We’ll have some birthday cake here in a little bit and we have plans to go see Pirates of the Carribbean tonight at the drive-in. I think that’s a pretty good birthday, considering. I hope he thinks so too.
