Luckiest Man Alive

My husband is the luckiest man in the world. For Father's Day, he received the usual tie. Some people believe bowties to be old-fashioned. We adamantly disagree. Unfortunately, before he could decide which bow tie to wear to work today, they disappeared (he started out with three).


Today is his 43rd birthday. It's so exciting to think that he is now 14 years older than I am. Last year he was only 13 years older. The year before it was 12. It must be tough to get older every year.

He was given a book he's wanted for a long time.


He also received various home made creations and treasures, two airplane tickets to San Francisco, two tickets to see "Wicked" in San Francisco, and two night stay at a hotel in San Francisco.

There is a possibility I am exploiting his birthday for my own purposes. Did I mention he also got a Pilates ball?


Best of all, though, is he gets these great kids!



What a lucky dad.


I would be remiss to mention the creative and exuberant daughter my husband has. I kept hearing the pitter patter sounds of a child moving around between 3:00 a.m. and 4:00 a.m. I happened to be awake for a stupid reason that I refuse to acknowledge. That sound is usually the prelude for a 4 year old boy commandeering my sleeping spot. He didn't show up. I was puzzled.

Finally, I heard the pantry door open and close. I went to the kitchen to investigate. My daughter had come into our room, reached under our bed while I was awake, and taken a ball of yarn from under me. She had then transformed our kitchen into a complicated maze resembling the most intricate of spider webs. She had changed a picture on the wall to commemorate her dad. She'd hung up a sign she had crafted by herself wishing him a happy birthday. At this moment, she was poised over the bag of pancake mix.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Making pancakes for Dad," she replied matter-of-factly.

"Do you realize what time it is?"

She squinted her eyes at the clock. "Three fifty-seven," she said proudly.

"Go back to bed."

"Mom, will you wake me up at 6:00?"

I hadn't planned on being awake at 6:00 but considering I had barely slept, I may as well stay semi-conscious until 6:00.

As I sit writing this post, I can hear my happy children singing downstairs. It's 10:20 p.m. When can I go to bed?