Misters Birthday Musing

This week is the Mister’s Birthday Week – we celebrate Birthday Week and not just Birthday day, mostly just to get more gifts out of each other (totally my idea, feel free to make it your own).

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He’s not really turning 95, but really close.

So in honour of his Birthday Week, I’m writing about him – because he’s Pretty, and I’m Musing, and well, I can.
And I know you won’t like this Mister, but this is really not the time or place to argue about it.

This is why I love this man.

I admire my Misters patience, truly – because I have none.  You see, whenever my head explodes with a spectacular project idea, I need for a new wall color, or I schlep home another brilliant CraigsList find, I am inspired to change things immediately.
And I know that’s difficult …he’s a ‘normal’ person, who would paint every 5-7 years, buy new things as necessary, etc – you know, normal.  I know what normal is, I just can’t BE it.  He rarely even points this out.

I love that his motto is “How hard can it be”? And even more I love that when I test that theory he barely complains.
Or tells me to stop talking. Or glares. Ok, he does that, but I’m overlooking that here because I’m being adoring.

What I will say is this: He should start a Mens Support Group.  Most of the time (except for the painting parts), he goes along with my ideas & projects.  Sometimes I even catch a glimmer of excitement in those beautiful baby greys of his.  He never squashes my excitement, does all the heavy liftin’ & fixin’, and only demands feeding at ridiculously frequent intervals. And it is because of these things that I will love him even when he’s really, really old (though not if he’s toothless, we’ve agreed on that)…

So although my primary motivation for wanting a partner in life was to not have to deal with bugs and outdoor chores, I’ve been blessed with so much more.

(Making this photo totally made me feel all 15 and doodling on my notebook again.)

And have I mentioned how handsome he is?

So Mister, though I don’t always know what we’re doing, or whether we’re doing it right, I do know that I can’t imagine doing any of it without you….Happy Birthday Darling.

Thank you for all your You-ness.