An Ordinary Day For An Extraordinary Guy

My hubby had a birthday this week. He turned 45, babe that he is. ; ) We like to plan for months when our children have birthdays...picking a theme and the perfect decorations and cake. For ourselves though, those special days seem to creep up on us, intertwined with all the other blessedly ordinary days. And perhaps that is how it should be.

In any case, our little family of six threw together a special day to celebrate the most extraordinary husband and father ever. Madison had the idea to send him a Candy Bar Bouquet to work...flowers are highly overrated, you know...and Flynn worked on the most perfect card, while Peyton whipped up his most favorite chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting. And in a sweet touch of love and learning from his father, Rhett treated us all to Dairy Queen the night before without even being asked. : ) We ended the night with my annual call to his mother, thanking her for having that seventh one...that just one more...and for saving the best for last!


Steve is a good man. He is the rock that steadies me...often. I am blessed beyond measure that in him my girls see the model of what a future husband should be, and my son, the husband he should become. I met this man when we were but babies...16 and 17 years old. And I see in him today that same man I fell in love with...and so much more. A few gifts, a slice of cake eaten after singing with the four souls you both brought into this world...that could never be adequate enough to capture the love and thankfulness I have for my man. His beard is peppered in grey now, as are his temples. And honestly...he looks more handsome to me than ever. Because behind all that are the years we have shared together, the laughter, the tears, the babies, the joys, the losses, the reality of life. And there is no one I would rather spend it with than my Steve. Happy Birthday, hubby!

 

 

 

Have a wonderful September weekend, friends!