Yesterday was my son’s birthday. We didn’t make a big fuss because that’s what he wanted. I did make him breakfast though (something I hate doing!) and gave him hugs and kisses.
My husband came home to take him for a haircut and spend some quality time with his only son but then had to leave again for duty. But shhh, don’t tell anyone.
Well today is another special day. It’s my husband’s birthday.
As much as I want him to have his special day, today also marks a day that means a lot for the both of us. 21 years ago, on this very date, we started “going out.” It was a spur of the moment where he invited me to go to Playland with him and his buddies to celebrate his birthday.
It’s funny because we both had “significant others” but we were no longer interested in them. And even though I already knew I didn’t want to be with “him”, I said yes. After I hung up the phone, I had butterflies in my stomach. I could not contain my excitement. I think I actually screamed. My mom wanted to know what was wrong and I told her I was gonna spend the day with her friend’s son and since my mom LOVED him like a son, she was happy for me.
So the day came (his birthday) and he picked me up at my house and off we went to Yonkers to pick up his buddy.
Turns out his buddy changed his mind about going to Playland so we stood at his house listening to music and just talking.
One thing led to another and then it happened. We kissed. It happened so fast, I was shocked. From that moment on, I knew he was “the one.”
21 years later, we are still madly in love with 3 rugrats of our own. Come to think of it, I’ve been with him most of my life.
Would I want it any other way?