This guy had a birthday 20 days ago and I feel sort of like a jerkstore for not mentioning it here. December was crazy busy and I clearly haven’t been writing as much as I would like, but that is no excuse. This guy is probably the #1 most important person in my life and I didn’t even mention his turning 36.
Yup, 36. Now he’s my age…until the end of March when I am his Old Lady again (something he would actually never call me because he’s not a butthole).
This year–just like every year–he has been all my cliches: my rock, my safe harbor, my home.
Over and over again he put my needs (and the needs of our kids) before his own wants. He held me when I fell apart. He held my hand when I was scared. He reminded me that we are a team.
He knows what will truly make me smile.
He knows before I do when I am about to lose it.
He knows pregnancy is very hard on me and does not consider all the extra help he puts in to be “extra”. He considers it just what you do when you are part of a team.
He holds my hand.
He teared up when he found out he was getting a daughter.
He changes 99% of the poopy diapers without complaint.
He irons (sometimes).
He asks each of us “what do you need? how can I help?”
He does the heavy-lifting.
He is the most handsome man in the world.
I know he doesn’t always feel appreciated because I am too busy being anxious or mental, but not a day goes by that I don’t say a prayer of thanks for Cortney.
When I asked Eddie what we should get Daddy for his birthday/Christmas he said, “I don’t know,” but when I asked him what types of things daddy likes he said quickly, “Beer, Pearl Jam, and Michigan Football.”
He does a lot for this family and I hope he knows we notice. And love him. In fact, in the eleven years that we have been together, not a day has gone by that he has not made me smile.
Plus he gives the best, most healing hugs ever.
I’m sorry your birthday is always part of the whirlwind of this time of year, babe. I know your day was a happy one though, because Eddie picked you out that Indiana Colts beer glass with specific instructions that ONLY BEER go in the glass.
BTW: if you usually find your way here via the Sluiter Nation Facebook page, you might want to go over there to my sidebar where it says “enter your email” and go ahead and do that. Facebook isn’t going to let me share links on my page anymore starting in January. ::cue sad trombone”