It's hard to believe that as of today, I have known Mike literally half of my life. It's incredible to stop and consider how much our relationship has evolved since that faithful day in the Central Catholic High School parking lot. We've celebrated many birthdays together since then: as "just friends," high school sweethearts, a "long distance" college couple, an engaged couple living in Detroit and as husband and wife here in Chicago. We've celebrated with family and friends, at concerts, with massive cookie cakes and gag gifts, on the beach in Hilton Head and, this year, with a blow out weekend in Vegas.
All of this reminiscing is probably not helping with Mike's anxiety about turning the big 3-0 and leaving his 20s behind. But I just can't help it. He's one heck of a catch, and not being sappy on his birthday is just not an option. I can't wait until tomorrow, when I can officially say that I've known Mike for more than half of my life, and am already looking forward to celebrating many more birthdays together.
Happy Birthday, Husband! You're my gold star this week, as you have been every single day for the past 15 years.
