On March 13th, 2010 Hubby turns 75. How the years have flown! How grateful we are that he is healthy and happy and here to celebrate with us.
No big party, of course. Hubby would hate that. Dear, caring friends are throwing him a special dinner party -- not at a restaurant but in their home with food made by loving hands.
His present from me was a truck-load of books from Amazon, things he couldn't find at the discount bookstores around the city.
I look at the pictures of him from our 37 years together. We have been a couple since 1973 -- and I'm amazed to see that he has suffered only a few alterations. On a day-to-day basis, I just don't notice it. He seems exactly the same to me as he was when he was only -- my stars! 38 years old. I think, inside, he feels exactly the same, too. It's just the knees that have gone bad, the hair that is much sparser and grayer, and some of the stamina is no longer there.
Here's looking for at least another 37 years, my love.
Happy, happy birthday!