No really, it is his birthday.
(Funny story: on a mission trip in Hungary back in 2002, a friend and I were laughing and singing and dancing with some Romanian friends. Another friend came over and we starting singing, “Go Stephanie, it’s yer birthday!” And she immediately stopped and emphatically waved her hands. “Oh no! It’s not my birthday!” We died. Those were good times.)
Greg is celebrating his 44th year today, and it’s his 10th birthday we’ve celebrated together. 10 years of birthdays, and I’m still no better at picking out gifts for him than I was then.
But I have perfected the omelet, and he just had a quite tasty one in bed, if I do say so myself.
I say often that Greg is everything I wanted, and everything I didn’t know I needed. And that statement is 100% true. I literally had a list of 25 things I was looking for in a husband — it included a few non-negotiables, but the rest were negotiable. When we got married, he fulfilled all but three. And now those three have come to pass.
But mostly, he’s everything I didn’t know I needed in a mate. But God knew. And God provided.
So today, on his 44th birthday, I celebrate all God has done and has yet to do in Greg’s life. He’s only just getting started.
Happy birthday, honey. The best is yet to come.