No, I’m not talking about me (although I am noticeably healthier than I was when I was 20). My wife of 11+ years had a birthday last weekend, and she definitely keeps getting better as time goes on (as if that’s even possible, when someone starts out so amazing to begin with).
Last weekend also happened to be the weekend that the city shut down because of ice. A birthday stuck inside isn’t much fun, so we still ventured out. That is, of course, after having a pretty lazy morning around the house.
We had lunch at a nearby Mexican restaurant that has a small vegan selection (it’s nice to be able to go anywhere that even knows what vegan is).
After spending the afternoon birthday shopping, we came home for a quiet evening in. We ended up watching “Christmas Vacation.” Apparently it’s weird that I had never watched it before. I’ll pull out my immigrant card on that one.
I have no idea how I ever convinced Natasha to marry me, but I’m glad that she agreed to let this Canuck into her life and get me a green card so that I could stay. I can honestly say that after all these years together, I’m more in love with her now than the day we married. I’m a much better person because of her, and I’m grateful for every birthday that I get to celebrate with her.