Today is my husband’s birthday (I’m actually writing this the night before so let’s hope scheduled posting works, eh WordPress?). I love birthdays; I always try to make the most of them and make the birthday person feel special.
That’s not always that we buy the most expensive presents, although he’s arranged some amazing presents for me over the years with love and thoughtfulness. And I’m afraid he’s going to have to wait at least another year for the house in France (besides, they’re murder to giftwrap, only Steve Martin can get a bow big enough). But this year I’ve hopefully got him presents he’ll like and I’m pretty sure the things the babies have done will make him well up.
To finish the day off, I wanted to do him my own tribute here on the blog. I’m by no means a poet and I make no grand claims about the quality of what follows; except to say it’s from my heart and with much love to you, Andrew.
On Your Birthday
You think you’re getting old, my love
You fret about grey hairs
I’m sorting out a zimmer, love
A lift for those darn stairs.
But you see, it’s just not true, my love
You’re in the prime of life
With those two gorgeous kids you love
And a most besotted wife.
Your future’s just beginning, love
I know how bright you’ll shine
And I will be with you, my love
Until the end of time.