35 Years, 3 days

So this post is three days late. Your actual birthday was occupied by countless conference calls that carried on late into the night, an epic tantrum and a to-do list that just won't quit. Guess that is what happens when you have two small children, one parent running their own business and the other one climbing the corporate ladder at one of the world's largest companies. Shit, what are we doing? I regress. But I guess no-one got the memo that this day was supposed to be filled with hugs, kisses, cupcakes and the like. So we sat on the couch at 9:30 at night watching some mind-numbing television and eating Indian take-out. For the moment this was as close as we could get to birthday perfection.
Last night, though, I think all was redeemed. With the kids at your parents (seriously, we have to do something amazing for grandparent's day) we had the opportunity to make up for that clusterf@*k of a birthday. As I sat across the table at the Publican last night, I remembered why it is that we get along so well. We marveled at head-cheese and discussed exotic beers. We talked about our summer, our plans for next summer, we laughed, we listened. I didn't know you were all this when we started dating. I knew you were cute and funny, were an all-around good guy. But a guy that is adventurous, open-minded and appreciates European fashion? What is not to love? I always knew you had fun, but you go into situations expecting fun...no matter what...and that is a gift.
So I guess, in essence, I know it was your birthday and all, but I'm the one leaving with the best present.
Thanks Jer. Looking forward to our thirty-fifth year!