Monday, August 15, 2011

Today is my husband's birthday.

He is 44.

It seems such a grown-up age, but he has always seemed very level and adult to me, so I suppose it fits.

This summer is also the anniversary of his twenty sixth year in the United States. He has spent eight more years here than he did in his native England. But naturalization ceremonies aside, he isn't an American. He is also not English.

He is my husband, this mix of traditions and continents, a blend of accents and preferences, a composite of moods and desires.

He is my husband - me, who never really believed I would have a husband, and woke up one morning to the dream of Sunday morning pancakes and heads bent over the same section of paper, to midday check in calls and popcorn fueled movie nights. The complexity of marriage, the current of anger over a disagreement, and the shared satisfaction of being perfectly in sync.

He is my husband, and he is forty four today. I hope for forty four (and more) years of the privilege of being his wife.





Happy Birthday.


2 comments:

L.Duncan said...

He is handsome! Happy 44th to your hubby!

Tulips said...

Love this.