Today Steve turns 44!
Is it safe, in this day and age, to give out birthday props to your mad/cool husband online and mention his age? Does it help if I tell that mine will be 33 in December? How about if I mention in passing that we’ll be celebrating our fourth year of marriage this October?
What’s up with all the numbers? Well. Follow this:
When Steve and I first hooked up I was told, in no uncertain circumstances, that he was a Packer (football) fan and I’d have to cope. I responded with a “cool dat” so long as he’d teach me the game so I could enjoy it along with him. Teach me with out yelling at me, without making me feel stoopid, and again with the whole no yelling thing. He held up his end of the bargain and I’ve held up mine. We are now the other’s favorite person to watch Packer games. We even schedule our social events around these games. (And yes, sometimes I am the one to remind him of an upcoming game time.)
Last year, when the birthday boy fulfilled MY number one thing to do in life thus far by taking me to the Great Wall of China, I stood there and promised to fulfill HIS number one thing to do in life thus far by taking him to see Brett Favre play a game at Lambeau Field. That trip, technically, was an anniversary gift. (And why not? We experienced a second honeymoon while in
So this year, for his 44th birthday (Also thought of as #4 - Brett Favre [or years we’ve been married] times the 11 years of age difference between us) I’m fulfilling his number TWO thing to do in life thus far by taking him to see yet another Brett Favre played game at Lambeau Field.
Why is this trip now his number two thing to do in life? Because, for us, we’re both on the same page about number one: to become parents.
Happy birthday, husband of mine. I hope all your dreams come true.
