I always chuckle to myself when people complain about how turning thirty or forty or fifty is so sad. Here is a man who can only hope to reach those milestones and watch our children grow. What a blessing it is to have any amount of time on earth with loved ones. Even though most days he feels like he is more like a seventy year old man, we are just thrilled he is officially thirty years young!
It felt like a huge victory for this wonderful man of mine to make it this far. I had no idea how much of a struggle that would be.
This year Wes was away from us for his birthday. His dad took him to a BYU football game at Notre Dame. I loved getting all the picture updates from their trip. They spent a night in Chicago where they went to Michael Jordan's steak house. It was a dream come true for my little Jordan lover.
They drove to Notre Dame and sat through a freezing cold game.
They did a little sight seeing and then he was home to celebrate with us. It was good for him to get away, spend some time with his dad, and enjoy a little vacation.
For his thirtieth I wanted to do something special. I contacted as many of his relatives as I could and asked them to send me some memories they have of Wes or just a little note to say hello. I loved reading each response. I loved getting little glimpses into his childhood, teenage years, and beyond. Some memories were mischievous, some hilarious, and some were glimpses of the making of an incredible man. Each hour of his birthday that he was in Chicago I sent him one message from his family members. They lasted all day and into the night. Some made him laugh, some made him cry, and some he had completely forgotten and enjoyed remembering. It was amazing to see how he had affected so many of his family members lives for the better. I am determined to compile all the messages into a book. They are something he treasures. Thank you to everyone who responded to my request. It made it a special day for him.
After he came home, we celebrated his birthday with him.
Since cancer he has lost a lot of weight. He has not been able to wear his wedding ring for awhile now. It slides right off. For his birthday we bought him a new ring that fits. And yes I did get down on one knee to put his new ring on him.
I always love a chance to celebrate this incredible person who takes care of all of us. Happy days are so much happier after enduring dark ones.
3 comments:
As much as I hate what he's been through, I'm grateful for the tremendous life lessons we've all learned. To never take people and life for granted is the biggest lesson. This boy, this son, is so precious to me. I am astounded by him every day. And I am extremely grateful for you, Megan, for loving him and taking care of him like you do.
Can't wait to celebrate 40, 50, 60, 70... with him! And yes, I hope I'm here for as many of those milestones as possible.
your blog is my favorite, happy (late late) birthday to that hero husband of yours. your perspective always puts me in check when i need it most.
I light up when I see my Feedly say there's a new post from you. When I get in my pity parties about how life is hard with a baby with a medially fragile, uncertain future, I think about courageous women like you. Seriously, thank you for blogging about the ups and downs as they help me and so many others.
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