Today is Daniel's 43rd birthday. I met him when he was 24. That's a lot of birthdays together.
When I do math, which isn't often, the amount of years I have spent with Daniel is boggling to me.
Where did the time go? When did my husband get to be 43?! (You look good at 43!)
Especially when I still feel 29.
Actually, I like my age now and I like who I am but I don't think how I feel matches how I think I should feel at that number.
In case you're wondering, I am not 40, yet.
It seems like we just met last week, (Who are these kids anyway?) then it seems like we have been together forever. Haven't we always been married with kids? Haven't we always had meatloaf and green bean hot dish on Dec. 20th? Where would we be if we weren't together? Have all these years been worth it?
Yes, they are worth it. Even though we have had our ups and downs, I wouldn't want to be married to anyone else. Besides, we have too much shared history and too many private jokes and kids, we have kids! I wouldn't have Maeve and Hilde if it weren't for Daniel.
Yes, birthdays really do cause me to be this introspective. Even someone else's birthday.
Daniel, I think, was just grateful for the meatloaf and hot dish.
Happy Birthday Honey.