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Monday, August 22

Today was my husband's 31st birthday. In true Tyson form, he requested as little fuss about it as possible. (We threw him a giant party for his birthday last year, which he was a good sport about, but that kind of thing is really only appreciated every decade or so). In fact he was so thrilled when Isla was born only four days after his birthday, so that all of the attention would be on her for the rest of his life.
This afternoon, I helped the kids create birthday cards for him. Everett's said, "Happy Birthday! I love eating pizza with you!" and Isla's was a creative mix of purple paper, purple glitter paint, and purple stickers. "Pupo" is her thing at the moment. An hour before he got home from work, I raced to the grocery store to pick up a fresh slab of salmon and brocolli and threw in some sea salt chocolate chip cookies for good measure. He ate, and opened his cards with absolute delight and then took a long recovery nap after having gotten up at 4 this morning. And that was that. Best birthday ever in his book. (We are so different. On my birthday I'm over here like, oh a surprise trip to somewhere exotic would be perfect, thanks)
Yesterday I was loading an old journal into our bookcase and a bunch of old love notes from him slipped out the back and onto my lap. One was in one of those envelopes that accompanies a bouquet of flowers and it said something about meeting for lunch. Another had a literal heart cut out of a piece of paper, and was "colored" with a bunch of white-out. And I always love finding little bits and pieces of our old selves, but reading those notes, there was no ache or lurch or longing to be back in that time of pre-children, and love notes, and last minute meetings for lunch, and white-out hearts. And I didn't notice my lack of nostalgia until I came across this quote today that says, "When looking back doesn't interest you anymore, you're doing something right." So apparently I'm completely off in the kids department, cause I'm basically in a constant state of nostalgia when it comes to those two. But with him? I don't find myself ever looking back at all. I love our now, in all its forms. And I feel lucky for that.

Happy Birthday my darling lover boy. Life is sweeter with you in it.

5 comments:

NagaRaj Raj said...

nice post

NagaRaj Raj said...

a bouquet of vegetation and it stated some thing about assembly for lunch. some other had a literal heart reduce out of a chunk of paper, and become "colored" with a bunch of white-out. I'm working in OOH Media Software and that i usually love finding little bits and portions of our old selves, but analyzing the ones notes, there has been no ache or lurch or longing to be again in that point of pre-kids, and love notes, and final minute conferences for lunch, and white-out hearts

Krista P. said...

You guys really are the cutest!

Sara Kate MacFarland said...

Love that you share so much with all of us. Love how much love you have!

Jane Clark said...

Nice story, you are so cute)

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