Lists, Love, and Robbing the CradleApril 8, 2010 at 8:44 pm | Posted in Family | 26 Comments
Do not read this post till after your birthday. Thanks.
I am a cougar. A cradle robber. A dater of younger men. (Well, younger man.) For three weeks every year.
For the 21 days between my birthday and Husband’s, I am a year older than him. During which time he never tires of teasing me about being of a certain age, no matter what my age. But this weekend? We’ll be even again. For exactly 344 days.
We will celebrate, of course. We will celebrate him turning another year older, me being glad we can retire the jokes (again), and him looking forward to coming up with a few new ones.
With a Cherry Carrot on Top
We will undoubtedly have carrot cake, black licorice, and ginger snaps (desserts that I, quite frankly, think are a waste of calories and time). But it’s his birthday. And while I love chocolate, I love him more.
There will be a few requisite boxes from Amazon, thoughtful scribbles from Lollipop and Giggles, and a party hat or seven. We will light candles and sing. We will do our best to dissuade Lollipop from “helping” Daddy open his presents. In 37 seconds flat.
Making the List
And there will be something else. A tradition I started last year after I read this book. After a good friend lost her husband to cancer and I was reminded that every day, every moment, every silly, heard-it-before joke with my husband is a precious one.
So I will celebrate this last year, this slightly stressful, salty-sweet, simply amazing year we have had together, with a list. A list of the many things — both tiny and tremendous — that make me love him more, that remind me why he is the partner, friend, and father I have chosen for this life. A list that makes me glad I robbed the cradle and ran. To him.
And to get him back for all the jokes, I’m going public …
Why I Love You — 2010*
1. You’re the life of the tea party.
2. You don’t understand my minivan hesitation but go with it anyway.
3. You precisely measure the kiddos’ medicine. And still let me ask you at least three times if you’re sure about the dose.
4. You can devour a book like nobody I’ve ever seen.
5. You play in the sandbox.
6. You taught our daughter to spit. And our son to like carbs finally.
7. You added me to your Google reader on the first post.
8. When I hang a picture by eyeballing it, you keep its not-quite-centered-ness to yourself.
9. You fix refrigerators and ACs and laptops and princess wands.
10. You push me out of my comfort zone when I need it. And I always do.
*This is the abridged list. There’s no way Husband will wait to read this, and I gotta keep some things a secret. I mean, he already knows about the Amazon boxes.
What’s on your list for those who mean the most to you? Have you told them? (And are you with me that carrot cake is SO not worth it?)