Happy Birthday Jack

Honestly he doesn't read my blog.
And I doubt I could find him wanting to see himself on it.
But my husband is 50 today.
It's funny but hard to figure out
what to say....we've known one another over 25 years.
Spent a lifetime in education.
Looked one another in the face for so long.
It's as if 50 years flew by.

So I wrote him this tonight.

50 years young

0 a baby is born

1 he looks around

2 walks

3 talks

4 rides his big wheel

5 conquers the abc’s

6 sets off to school

7 adds and subtracts

8 multiplies

9 learns there are 50 states

10 reaches a decade

11 gets a girlfriend

12 enters middle school

13 becomes a teen

14 all-star

15 begins again

16 sweet sixteen

17 is cool

18 votes

19 chooses a college

20 probably boozes

21 is called an adult

22 works

23 loves

24 loses a Dad

25 takes on a wife

26 buys a car

27 rents a house

28 mows a lawn

29 holds his child

30 pushes a stroller

31 goes trick or treating

32 gathers another baby in his arms

33 goes back to school

34 walks a daughter to a first day

35 drives

36 works and promotes

37 has a son

38 moves on up

39 buys a home

40 rushes a wife to help

41 cares, copes, strives

42 EKG

43 trades in a car

44 gets a phd

45 loses a mother

46 celebrates surviving

47 sends a child to college

48 pays the bills

49 watches a graduation

50 contemplates life

in 50 years

he has built

a house, family,

been a rock

What can I tell you. When we were young he liked the color red. He has green eyes, really green. He loves Springsteen, Dylan, making pots, kids, math, lowercase, cereal, music, god he loves his kids, work, me, his family and all things he designates.
I've dreaded this milestone because his dad died at 51 and I worry, frankly.


I'd rather a thousand times a billion never know anything to befall him.
He makes the best meatballs.
And I've really never known him to do less than 100%.

Here's to 50 years. Oh, yeah. I was walking and talking and reading while he was a youngster. I'm older...yes, I've always had a thing for younger men. True.
Please give him 50 more on this day a hurricane rocks our world.
And watch over all our back east family and friends, what I love so dear is there, in part in these memories of our beginnings.

Happy Birthday Jack!