38 Years

I was VERY suprised to get up this morning and see that last post. I mean I admit to writing it and all, but when I went to post it (I still hadn't edited it or decided if I wanted to post it because it sounded like I was in a bad mood and I wasn't sure that Brent would like it) the whole thing just dissapeared. I tried to find the post but couldn't and got off the computer at that point mad that I had just wasted my time. After an hour I got over it and decided that it was for the best. Not a very happy post anyway. But then this morning I was dismayed to find it had posted and people read it unedited, DARN!

Brent is 38 today. Which means he graduated from high school 20 years ago. It is amazing the way life happens. How could he have imagined back in '88 that he would be a married father of 5 still in graduate school 20 years later? But when we think back to decisions we made and the last 12 years of marraige, we have agreed that we wouldn't change a thing. Each stage of life has been awesome and so beneficial it's own way.

The farmer/trailer days could definitely be considered the good ol' days. We worked, (fought a lot more actually) and played alongside each other every day. Those were happy days and we got to spend the last 10 years of his father's life with him before he passed away.

The insurance days were long hard days for Brent, the salesman, but we have some great vacation memories to chalk up to his hard work- Cruises, Hawaii, Mexico, Orcas Island. And also we are so stocked up on life insurance now that I know we are going to be so rich and happy if anyone dies, right?

And now in our 30's we find ourselves in dental school and finally gettting to be married college students. I always felt jipped that we went straight to the farm and missed this chapter. And it has been every bit as great as I hoped it would be.

I really don't think it would matter where Brent took me. He makes life so great anywhere. I really love the man.

But, The Birthday is not starting off very well. I got home from a book club at 1 a.m. and He was on my side of the bed, and on His side of the bed. Each leg was spread diagonally across the bed so there was nowhere to lay down without touching him. I was so careful and barely squeezed in an inch when he yelled out, in his sleep, "HEY" really loud scaring me to death. He sounded so cold and angry, I thought I had crawled into the wrong bed for a second. It's not his fault he just doesn't wake up easy and coherent like I do. I wished him an early happy birthday. Hope you were able to go back to sleep, ok, Brent.

We had shepards pie for dinner last night and I only had one admirer-Brent. I was pleasantly suprised that he enjoyed my casserole as I usually have the entire family against me. But then this morning as I was about to scoop into the large pan of leftovers for the daily tupperwear for his lunch pail, he said sarcastically"Gee, I am really excited about having shepard's pie for my birthday lunch". So I guess he was just being nice last night.

And then he took my car unexpectedly, he hardly ever does, so I can't even go shopping for special birthday dinners, And we do still have have plenty of shepards pie. . .

Sure, you couldn't stoop to using a RR coupon Brent? Gourmet Burger vs. my leftover casserole? Such a tough choice!

Happy Birthday Brent! Hope you don't mind my recent posts .
AND

Here are 5 things I love about the Birthday Boy!

He turns on the music in our lives. He makes our family fun . I am so Boring and forget to stop working and party. He really is a popular dance partner around the house for our weekly '80's dance parties.

He always has a plan. They are usually crazy and I am very slow getting on board with them but I love feeling the safety of living with a man who I can always count on to take care of the family.

He loves to play. Wrestling the kids, kicking me out bed, racing, football in the streets with the neighbor boys. He is always up for a challenge.

He is supportive and willing to serve. When the Bishop called us in over a year ago and I found out I was RS pres. he wasn't mad his wife was being taken away or worried about how I would be able to be there for him now. He knew it was the right thing to do and he has backed me every step along the way this last year. He's my favorite counselor.

He's confident and even cocky. He has never been afraid to do anything because of the risk or challenge. He just jumps in and tackles it even if others tell him it can't be done. (and he is always right)

Now have I redeemed myself as a good and proper wife?