Today is my husband’s 58th birthday.  He’s not home.  He was dispatched to the company’s plant in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia to troubleshoot some equipment that suffered some major problems last week.  He’ll be back Friday evening, and we’ll do something to celebrate on Saturday.

I met him in January 1971 and we started dating in February.  The first birthday I celebrated with him was his 21st birthday.  He seemed like such a man to me then!  Of course, he was, compared to my 15 years at the time!

That’s a lot of years to spend with someone, watching him change and grow, learning more about him every day.  It’s all those years, and all that has happened within those years, that have firmly committed us as a couple.  Our lives are so interwoven, and neither of us would be the same person without the other.

Happy birthday to a very special man.  I hope I have another 37 years with him, if not a few more!