Today is Tim’s birthday. It’s the 12th of his 32 that we’ve been “together” and in a way that seems like such a long time, but yet it’s the way it’s supposed to be, so much so that I can’t even hardly remember me before there was Tim and me. I’m so glad he’s my husband and that everything is working out the way it is.
He’s laid off this week and he’s busting a move to get everything on his “honey do” list done, along with his own list. He approached me yesterday and said that he’s marked a few things off, what else do I want to add? He is an incredibly hard worker, and a work-a-holic so I’m glad we have so many projects to keep him around home with us. I need to think of a few more things too…
He even made dinner last night (which he used to do all the time, but I get home so much earlier from this job that the dinner responsibility shifted back to me) so when I walked in I smelled lots of good smells and it was wonderful. It was nice to have the night off of cooking and for it to be almost ready when we got home.
I’m happy to spend another birthday of his with him, and wonder how many more of these will we get to celebrate? He has a set of grandparents that are both over 90 and my great-grandpa will be 100 in three months and they are all going strong, so we’re in this for the long haul! And that makes me happy.
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