My Hubby’s Birthday
It’s October 11th, midnight. I am still at a loss on what to do for my husband’s birthday tomorrow. He’s sleeping soundly in the bed. Watching him, I realize everything that we have gone through. The years we have spent together, every problem we’ve faced, everything. I see the lines and wrinkles in his face, and I see in them the times we’ve argued over a bunch of things, and the times we laughed on them, too. Jordan, you really are quite the man that got my heart. And now, you’re turning 56.
Time sure does fly by fast. I remember when I prepared your 35th birthday. It was in this same house, and on that same table. There was your favorite Beef Casserole, and the ice cold beer for you and your buddies. Who could forget the Pasta Mr. Stevens brought in.
I wonder what I’d be doing next. I wonder what that big surprise will be for your 56th birthday. Will it be something new, perhaps? Or will we simply remake your previous celebrations? Or will we just go out and have a quiet, little dinner in a fancy restaurant somewhere, like old people should?
Aha, you told me once that you never had any celebrations for your birthday when you were a child. That gives me an idea, Jordan. I’ll give you one heck of a party you’ll never forget! I’ll be waking up early this morning, just in time to get you the party needs we’ll need.
I’ll put in balloons, lots of balloons. I can have a cake ordered this morning, just in time for the afternoon party. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to get in clowns, but next door neighbor Ernie is a good magician, I’ll talk to him later as well. I’ve already pre-reserved food accommodations for your birthday, I’ll just be confirming it. Hmm, I guess we’re all set. My, oh my, I am so excited! Oh, let’s not forget the piñata!
