Friday, December 11, 2009

You say it's your birthday....


Is that even possible? When we met, you were barely 24. Remember how I threw that little surprise 25th birthday party for you in Cagney's on Steinway Street? That was 16 years ago!

Well, in case you didn't hear me the other 83 times I said it today, Happy Birthday. I look forward to spending many more of these birthdays with you.

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I don't think it's any secret that I can easily put my thoughts into written words. For as far back as I can remember, I've been able to write. (Speaking? Is another matter entirely. My mouth generally cannot form a coherent thought. I have a habit of leaving people slack-jawed as they contemplate, "Did she seriously just say THAT?")

And yet, there's one topic that eludes me. It's a subject that rolls around in my head like an oiled bowling ball that I can't get a good grip on. Even now, I'm staring at my computer wishing a magical genie would put the words down for me.

Most of the thoughts I come up with make me gag.

You're the light of my life and your love leaves me speechless.

Ew. I think I just threw up a little in my mouth.

In our 16 years together, I've purchased countless greeting cards and painstakingly wrote my own personalized message in each one. When I go back to read them, I cringe. Thank heaven I married a man who is un-sentimental about such things....he's thrown most of them away.

And I finally learned my lesson. I don't buy cards. Neither does he. (So stick that in your pipe and smoke it, Hallmark.)

I know, in my my the deep recesses of my brain, that actions speak louder than words, anyway. So why am I trying so hard to find the words?

I don't know.

Maybe it's because I'm so lucky and so blessed that I want to shout from the rooftops.

Maybe it's because the newspapers are chock-full of philandering dimwits like Tiger Woods and I want to keep that poison from infecting us.

Maybe it's because I never want a day to pass in which I didn't show or tell my husband how much he means to me.

I just feel like there should be SOME way to say it. There should be some words. But I can't find them.

I don't have any fancy way to say it......

I can't imagine being such a sap for anyone else but you!

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Happy 41st birthday...
to the best husband...
I'm so glad you're on my team.

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  1. Beautifully said. Happy birthday Nick!

  2. I think you said it just perfectly. Happy birthday to him!

  3. I wouldn't go through this life with anyone else by my side. Love You

  4. You two bring tears to my eyes. Who's the sap now?

    Happy birthday, Nick.


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