Happy Birthday, Michael!
I am pre-setting my post to hit the blog waves at precisely 12:00...guaranteeing that I am the first to write odes of celebration to you, on this, your 35th birthday.
I have known this man since he was 21, and have loved him for almost that entire time.
He is amazing to me, even when I call him FREAKING out over where G's goggles and swim fins and kickboard are (just this very morning, to be exact). Because G will DIE if she doesn't have her proper swim gear for practice.
Just kidding. I will die if she doesn't have the proper gear. And I am being dead serious about this.
But hubs, he can handle it if the swim bag isn't stocked. Or he can't find his ipod. Or he has to teach 1st grade math. Or his shirt doesn't match his shorts. He does not lose his sh#$ over any of these situations.
And that makes him my hero.
In the past 8 years, I have lived a life that is IMPOSSIBLE for anyone to fully understand. Except for this guy, because he walked it right along side me. I take that back, he threw a bag over my head, slung me over his shoulder and carried me through it like an army commando. Because I don't "do" life-threatening medical trauma very well, and yet that seems to be a major theme in our married life. My instinct was to curl into a ball and die at the first mention of cancer and premature triplets.
But he fed me milkshakes and bought me large oatmeal-craisin cookies from the St. John's hospital cafeteria. Oh, and he survived cancer. And visited the NICU with me every night (for 6 months) while our kids were there. Which is HUGE because he likes to be in bed by 8:30.
I'm sorry, blog-world. Did I hurt your feelings when I said you don't fully understand me? You're a close second, okay. No really, I mean it. Really.
Really.
But Mike is the absolute best and knowing me. And my baggage, which manifests itself in things that match, an inability to say NO, obsessing over a children's swim team and looking like I have my crap together (which I don't).
Happy 35th birthday, Mike...I love ya!
I am pre-setting my post to hit the blog waves at precisely 12:00...guaranteeing that I am the first to write odes of celebration to you, on this, your 35th birthday.
I have known this man since he was 21, and have loved him for almost that entire time.
He is amazing to me, even when I call him FREAKING out over where G's goggles and swim fins and kickboard are (just this very morning, to be exact). Because G will DIE if she doesn't have her proper swim gear for practice.
Just kidding. I will die if she doesn't have the proper gear. And I am being dead serious about this.
But hubs, he can handle it if the swim bag isn't stocked. Or he can't find his ipod. Or he has to teach 1st grade math. Or his shirt doesn't match his shorts. He does not lose his sh#$ over any of these situations.
And that makes him my hero.
In the past 8 years, I have lived a life that is IMPOSSIBLE for anyone to fully understand. Except for this guy, because he walked it right along side me. I take that back, he threw a bag over my head, slung me over his shoulder and carried me through it like an army commando. Because I don't "do" life-threatening medical trauma very well, and yet that seems to be a major theme in our married life. My instinct was to curl into a ball and die at the first mention of cancer and premature triplets.
But he fed me milkshakes and bought me large oatmeal-craisin cookies from the St. John's hospital cafeteria. Oh, and he survived cancer. And visited the NICU with me every night (for 6 months) while our kids were there. Which is HUGE because he likes to be in bed by 8:30.
I'm sorry, blog-world. Did I hurt your feelings when I said you don't fully understand me? You're a close second, okay. No really, I mean it. Really.
Really.
But Mike is the absolute best and knowing me. And my baggage, which manifests itself in things that match, an inability to say NO, obsessing over a children's swim team and looking like I have my crap together (which I don't).
Happy 35th birthday, Mike...I love ya!
6 comments:
I Love you too; thank you for exceeding all my expectations!
he is the glue. you got a great husband. hope its a great day and he finally got the 2 robo hamsters he's been dying for.
Michael,
I can't even type this without tears literally shooting out my eyeballs. I love you soooo much! I'm grateful to our God for preserving your life for HIS purposes because it's also served my purposes nicely too. When I think of all the conversations we've had over the last year,I A.appreciate that you answered when I called, and
B. let me say whatever I needed to and
C.got me thinking correctly during some very dizzying moments
On this birthday I echo Sara and all others by saying that YOU are the gift to us on YOUR birthday.
love your guts and glad you were born,
Carol
happy birthday Mike!!
you were definitely created for Sara!! again proof that God really DOES know what he is doing! :)
Sara
You are the BEST Birthday present our Son could ever receive. We love you.....
Pat and Bob ><>
Any suggestions on surviving cancer? I didn't realize you all went through it until I read something in your blog somewhere. Anyway, still loving your blog. Got on today, because I am feeling down from a treatment, and you always make me laugh!
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