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celebrating the man I love

When you have been together as long as my husband and I have, you’d think it would be easier to figure out what to get one another for their birthday. Alas, that isn’t always the case. This year I gave Shawn the chest cold I have been suffering from since last Thursday. Guess it takes a week to incubate, since I started it almost a week to the day Shawn started coughing. THE ROMANCE NEVER DIES, PEOPLE!

Today the man I love more than anything (even vanilla cake with butter cream icing!) celebrates another year of life. This also means that in another week we’ll have known each other for 13 years. We’ve been married 6.5 of those. I wouldn’t trade a day of that time.

Shawn has always been the one person who could make me feel safe and like I could handle anything. After years and years of anxiety and panic attacks, once Shawn was around full time, I honestly felt like I could take on the world. He’s always been the calm one, and I think that has rubbed off on me over time (who’da thunk it?)

I am a spoiled brat. I know it. I admit it. I cherish the fact that my husband treats me like a Queen. I still feel guilty when he tells me to sit and relax and he’ll take care of things. He’s got long work days, too, but I let him spoil me rotten. He won’t have it any other way and who am I to complain about that, right?

This past week Shawn’s been out to many stores, many times to pick up various cough remedies, food cravings, dropping off and picking up my computer. He’s vacuumed so the house wouldn’t be as furry and dusty as I struggled to breathe. He took a day off to take me to the clinic and stay with me since I was having such a hard time breathing and coughing and not breathing and coughing and coughing and coughing.

I love him. Everyone loves him. ANIMALS love him. He’s got the biggest heart even if he likes to pretend he’s all crotchety and mean spirited. He’s really not. I know you all know that. He’s a gentle soul.

Not only does Shawn treat me like a Queen, he’s also got the best sense of humour. There’s really not a day that goes by that we’re not laughing over something. Even now, as we’re both suffering from this chest cold and all we can say through coughing is “Don’t make me laugh! You know I can’t laugh! Can’t…stop… coughing!” But we can never stop laughing. Even a trip to the grocery store results in uncontrollable giggles. Just driving around the block causes jokes or something that we laugh about.

We’ve had our share of head butting moments, but they are never really very significant and more often than not we end up laughing about everything in the end. But that’s what love and life with someone is, right?

For you, Shawn, the person who makes me laugh, sing and feel like my heart will burst any second from overwhelming love. I love you. I wish you the happiest of birthdays and I’m really, truly sorry about the cold.

(For those of you wondering about the toilet paper and toilet seat photo up there, well, since I always get birthday TP as a joke from my parents, I thought it would be a nice idea to wrap up and put a bow on the toilet seat I bought to replace the broken one in the basement bathroom. I even used the same bow my parents used on my TP. Pooks of a feather get similar themed birthday gifts, of course!)

(Though I actually did get him a real present…)

5 comments to celebrating the man I love

  • envoyette

    Oh, you picked a great present! My husband loves his. Now, if we could only figure out how to make individual wine makers….
    You are a sap and that’s WONDERFUL! Lucky lady!

  • Mathieu

    First of all: I love the toilet seat! 🙂

    Secondly, something completely else: I’ve been trying to find way to import my old Blurty journal to a wordpress format. I’ve googled a bit and stumbled upon this wonderful blog. You appear to have a section “imported from Blurty”, which I think must mean you found a way how to di this. Could you let me know how you managed it? I’d be forever grateful.

    Thanks a bunch!

    Kind regards
    Mathieu

    • Cat

      I hate to tell you this, but I couldn’t import my Blurty blogs. I copied and pasted ALL of them and just edited the date when I posted them. It took a while, but it was the only way I could figure out how to do it. If you happen to come across a more brilliant idea, I’d love to know. 😉 Good luck and thanks for the comment!

      • Mathieu

        Aww, darnit. I have searched and searched, but there doesn’t seem to be any way. I am NOT looking forward to copy/pasing eight years worth of journal entries 🙂 Thanks for your reply!

  • Aww! Very sweet post for a very sweet husband.