He told me he’s getting too old to wear baseball caps. But he’s not too old for a baseball birthday cake!
(Side question: When are you too old for a baseball birthday cake? Answer: Never.)
Okay, technically it is not a baseball cake. Rather, it is a baseball cupcake configuration. It’s a ball in a glove, so saith Pinterest.
Dave may be feeling old, but he doesn’t seem like it to me. Our home is at its liveliest when he’s around. He’s always up for a game or wrestling with the kids. We laugh so much. He’s fun. He makes me feel young.
He’s made a simple life feel like an adventure. I can’t wait to see what’s next.
(Described in the style of If You Give A Moose a Muffin by Laura Numeroff.)
If you give a wife a weekend at one of her favorite places…
…she’ll want the kids to go along. So, you’ll rent a cottage.
When you arrive, the kids will remind you that cottage guests can swim in the pool at the lodge. You’ll go there after you check in.
You’ll feel thankful you asked your mother-in-law to come along and help with the kids. You’ll send her to the spa for a massage and pedicure the next morning. Your wife will want to go with her.
The kids will want to go somewhere special, too. You’ll take them to ride horses.
When the rides are finished, they’ll want to go to the zoo. But it will be very cold and windy. So you’ll visit The Children’s Museum instead.
When the museum closes, the kids will be very hungry and tired. You’ll order them pizza and buy the movie Frozen on iTunes so they can watch it with their grandma at the cottage while you, finally, get to take your wife out, just the two of you.
While you’re out, you’ll reminisce about the past ten years. You’ll talk about the kids. Talking about the kids will make your wife miss them. And chances are, she’ll want to go back to the cottage so you can share the rest of your anniversary with them, too.
Today is Dave’s birthday.
The girls and I made him a Wreck-It Ralph medal cake.
It seemed just right.
Julia made the buckeyes by herself for the first time this year.
(I think she might have sampled a few along the way.)
Lucy was the official “turkey paster.”
Bee was a whirling dervish who insisted on wearing a fancy dress because she felt special, but refused to brush her hair or wash the chocolate off her face.
And Jack soaked up some quality time with his dad.
The kids were excited to use the “fancy” glasses at our meal, which was delicious.
After, we waddled to the living room and settled in to watch one of my all-time favorite movies – Planes, Trains and Automobiles. When it was finished, Julia said, “Hey, wait. No one move. We’re all here.”
Julia was in her dad’s lap. Lucy was in my mom’s. Bee was in my dad’s. And Jack was in mine.
“No one move. Let’s watch something else together.”
And so we did.
I have a lot to be grateful for today, but there is nothing greater than this.
When I was in high school I had a poster on my closet door that listed suggestions for success by H. Jackson Brown, Jr., the guy who wrote Life’s Little Instruction Book. The first item on the list:
Marry the right person. This one decision will determine 90% of your happiness or misery.
I think this might be true.
No one makes me happier.