Thirty-one

Today is The Narrator’s 31st birthday. Eleven years ago, we said “I do” a few weeks before his 20th birthday. I adore this man with all my heart. We grew from childhood to adulthood together, and there’s no one else I’d rather be spending my life with and raising a family with. What’s rather interesting is that our pre-marriage counselor said she normally wouldn’t recommend two people who are so opposite to get married. She was curious to see how we’d turn out in a few years. I should write her a letter 🙂 It’s true, we’re as opposite as they come on many points, and I suppose that’s partly what drew us together, and it’s definitely what keeps life interesting!! So today, on his special day, I celebrate our differences. It’s that opposite-ness that strengthens us, stretches us, causes us to never stop dialoguing and sometimes is just plain entertaining!

His perfect vacation would be in the mountains. The last time I went to the mountains, I came home with pneumonia. Give me the beach, please!

He doesn’t like to be sandy. I love the sand between my toes.

His favorite color is black. Is that really a color or is it the absence of color? I prefer pink.

He is a mellow fellow. I’m wound as tight as a rubber band ball.

He has a killer tan. All year round. Even when we lived in Michigan. Without the help of tanning aids 😉 I’m fair skinned and burn at the sight of the sun. SPF 50 please!

I’m compelled to obey all the rules all the time. He’s a free jaywalking bird!

He is deeply artistic and creative. My stick people look bad.

He’s a dreamer, a big-picture thinker. I see the little details that have to happen along the way.

He has music playing in the background all the time. When I’m alone I prefer silence.

He knows all the words to every single song he’s ever heard even just once. I can’t remember the words to the songs we sing at church every week.

He sings along with the radio. I prefer to just listen, or hum.

I’m a worrier, he’s full of faith.

Happy, happy birthday, Narrator!!!!!