I cannot believe your fortieth birthday is next week. When I think of when we first met and then think of our life now it amazes me. I think of all the years in between…everything we’ve been through…wow. We really are doing this. We really are continuously building a life together, for better or worse. I think we have seen both. It is inevitable there will be good times and bad. Life. That is life.
I remember our early days of flirting by tossing pumpkin guts (Is that what you call it?) at each other. Who would’ve thought after all these years that we’d be married with two kids? I’ll never forget the summer we spent at the beach. We pretty much lived moment to moment. I won’t share all our memories on here, but those are just a couple that I go back to when life gets crazy.
All I know is that there is no one else on earth who knows me and loves me like you do. Anytime you ask me to write a blog or remind me I haven’t in a while, I am reminded how much you care about me. You are a good person, Matt. Don’t you ever forget that.
Time seems to speed up the older we get, it really does. It will seem as only a few moments have passed before I am thinking, soon I’ll be forty years old. I don’t like to think about myself as being forty, but as long as you are by my side I will be just fine.
Before we know it, our kids will be grown and forty will seem young. I cannot wait to see you as a grandfather. Heck, maybe we will even have a granddaughter. How weird would that be to have a girl in our life?
Oh my and then before we know it, we will retire. I’m seeing us as snowbirds for sure. A nice condo on a beach somewhere? We’ll be walking along the beach and I will turn to you and say, “My dear, soon you’ll be seventy years old. Where did the time go?” You will lean down, kiss my forehead and say, “I don’t know, babe. Did I take me medicine this morning?”