In just a few short minutes, it will be Matt’s birthday. He’s going to be 30 this year. I read a blog recently…although I can’t remember exactly where now…where they talk about the 10 things that have made a huge difference in their marriage. One of them was that they celebrate everything. Big, small, inconsequential, every day.
I’m working on getting better at celebrating the small things. I’m definitely good at celebrating birthdays, though. I can’t wait for Matt to wake up in the morning and see what all there is for him. I think I did a good job with the birthday pressies. Probably spent way too much, but he’s turning 30. Aren’t I supposed to spend a little something there?
Well. On top of what I spent last weekend for his party.
I think, though, that’s going to be good.
I’m a little disappointed that we won’t be able to, say, have lunch or dinner. I’m going to be at work from about 6:45 tomorrow morning until he gets out of class at 10 that night. That means that any real celebration we’re planning is going to have to happen on Friday. Which is good. Because as part of his birthday/our 5 month anniversary, we’re going to go see America Friday night. I guess that we’ll go have dinner after the concert. That is a little on the difficult side, though. I think that we won’t be out of the concert until about 9-9:30. That will limit that where we can go. I think maybe I’ll call Bacchus tomorrow and see how late the kitchen is open on Friday night. That might be fun. Go to the concert, go to Bacchus, have dinner, hang out, listen to more music.
I believe I see the beginnings of a plan coming together.
It’s a transition into a new stage of life for him. Definitely fighting against some desires to not grow up. We’re on a path that’s definitely causing him to step up and take on some additional responsibility. I have to remember that it can be overwhelming. He’s acquired some huge responsibility at work. Some that he didn’t necessarily want to step up and accept. But he did. And I love him for that.
I think our futures are bright. I worry about work and whether we’ll actually be able to have a child of our own, but I don’t worry about us. I think that he and I are solid and strong. There are times when I’m not as respectful or sweet to him as I should be. But He puts up with me. He loves me. I have no doubt about that. He will do what’s right for us. I have nod doubt about that. We may have to have some discussions about it ;), but we’ll come to an agreement about where we’re headed. And that is a comforting place to be in.
So. Happy Birthday sweet boy. I love you.