On John’s birthday last year, well, I got confused. I think because I’m older than he is, I ticked him up a year in my head. So, now that he’s turning a year older to the year I thought he was, it feels like he gets a freebie year! Anyway, today is John’s birthday, and I have to call him out here because – truly – without him, none of this would exist. In fact, he wrote a whole post about his role a few months ago.
Looking back, the first six years of our marriage were fairly uneventful – a couple moves, adopting the dogs, going back to school – but the last few. Whoo, boy. John ushered me through cancer with unwavering support, even though he had very little support for himself. During those two years, he worked so hard to keep the blog running and never let me quit. He has been the world’s biggest champion for me and for the herd.
And I’m actually kind of a pain in the ass! But that hasn’t stopped him from cheerleading for me, for which I’m immeasurably grateful.
He even turned us into a cat family, though as you can see below, she still prefers him to all the rest of us!
Me: “Um… no…”
So, happy birthday, dear John! For your special day, I’ll pick up all the poop AND scoop the box! You are welcome!
(And, Phyllis, if you’re reading today, Happy Birthday to you, too!!)
