Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Happy Birthday, Mr. J
In short, over the 42 years we’ve cried together, laughed together, argued together, grown up together, stressed together, played together, prayed together, and somehow managed to raise our other nine children. Now we’ve come to the point where we’ve aged together and the most important part is that each year has gotten better and better. There’s more laughing and less arguing now. There’s more understanding and less selfishness. And there’s lots more love.
Mr. J. took amazing care of me last year when I had brain surgery—an amazing feat for a youngest child who was spoiled by his mother and for many years expected the same from me. I was the oldest child and had never been pampered or spoiled—until last year. I don’t know how he suddenly learned it, but he anticipated my needs before I needed. He gently helped me move around and was constantly worried about my comfort. He looked at me with such devotion in his eyes you would have thought I was a beauty queen and yet I was bald and had ugly staples in my head. He was amazing!
The hardest part of this birthday has been trying to find him a gift. Everything seems so trivial. What can I possibly give him that could express how I feel? Even the words Happy Birthday sound hollow. But they are all I have, so Happy Birthday, Mr. J. I love you.