Archive | April, 2013
20 Apr

We're headed to New York to celebrate a special someone turning 5.   Cammie and I prepared for the celebration by getting our nails done tonight.   My toes will be sporting the most appropriately named polish.

We’re headed to New York to celebrate a special someone turning 5.

Tonight Cammie and I prepared for our celebration by getting our nails done.

My toes are sporting the most appropriately named polish.

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Things you don’t want to hear from a 2 year old

18 Apr

“Mom!  I was washing my feet and I fell in the toilet!”

– Madeline

 

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; . . . who at best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.”

18 Apr

Theodore Roosevelt

You Say It’s Your Birthday

18 Apr

Anthony with sparkler

It’s your birthday today. The 12th one that we’ve celebrated together. In just a handful of years we will have been a couple for half of our lives.

You saw me take my first legal drink, you watched me walk across a stage in a cap and gown for my college graduation, you heard about my first real job interview, you used to pick me up for dates at my first apartment, you gave me a piggy back down 23rd Street. You were the first boy I vacationed with and the first boy with whom I shared an address. You were with me the night I tried sushi for the first time at that little place on Avenue A. Remember?

I was with you on your first trip down South and the day after you left your first job. I was there when you bought your first dog, the one that belonged only to you. I was there when you signed the lease for your first real apartment in the city.

The day the Twin Towers fell we held hands as walked ourselves and our dog through a deserted Times Square to catch the last train out of the city to your parent’s house. We stayed up late into the night playing cards and trying to make sense of the world.

We’ve topped of nights of college margarita drinking with passing out on top of the covers in our clothes. (ssshhhh…don’t tell the kids!) We’ve partied with friends later than our alarm clock goes off some mornings. We’ve jumped in a car on a Friday and not returned until Sunday because there was nothing stopping us. We’ve cozied up to bars on bar stools and made big plans for our lives- plans we are now living. We made New York the third person in our love affair.

Sometimes it’s hard to believe that the boy I fell in love with all those years ago is the same man I wake up to every morning.

There is definitely something to be said about growing old together. But there is also something to be said about growing up together. I am so incredibly lucky that we get to do both.

Happy Birthday, Darling.

You only get better with age.