Today is my husband’s 56th birthday. He is
out of town on business. We’ve both been pre-occupied with work and the mundane
distractions of life. When he called me
this morning to remind me that the gutter guy from Handyman Connection would be
arriving at 8:00am to replace a gutter, I forgot to wish him Happy Birthday.
From the moment I signed onto my work computer I
looked at the date blazing in the upper right hand corner of my monitor that
flashed a bright red reminder that this was June 8th; yet it didn’t
register in my brain and I neglected to wish him a happy birthday during our
chats throughout the day. It was not
until 9:00pm after I’d finished a long day, he had eaten carry out pizza in his
hotel room, and I called to say goodnight that it struck me. I had forgotten
Todd’s birthday!
Fortunately, since we first met on February 7, 2005,
we’ve celebrated each day as if it were a special event. We met at the right
time in our lives to appreciate one another. Had we met years earlier we would
not have connected. It took years of life lessons, learning from past
experiences, acknowledging truths about ourselves, refining expectations,
setting boundaries, accepting our differences (like his loathsome taste in
music), appreciating our shared loves and interests, and making the decisions
to give one another space to be who we need to be to create a joyful marriage.
I feel blessed and filled with gratitude that we have
established this connection and acceptance of one another. When we spoke this
evening and I realized I’d neglected to wish him a happy birthday I suddenly
felt filled with joy that he’d not pouted or criticized or expressed
disappointment. Instead he gently reminded me, accepted my tardy expressions of
love, and let it go. I am filled with gratitude for my good fortune to have
such a gem in my life.
Thank you my dear spousal unit and happy birthday!
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