More Than Half My Life!

It is my hubby's birthday tomorrow.  I have known him more than half my life.  Wow!  That half has been the better half.  I have so many memories of him.  Many are when we were just friends.  Many are of me crushing on him and him pretending not to notice.  Many of the memories are of him driving me nuts.  Most of my memories are of him making my world better.

He was in this world 3.5 years before me.  I love to think that God made him just for me.  He gave Sanj experiences that would make him perfect for me.  God allowed him to experience things that would make Sanj wise, gentle, thoughtful, full of patience and love.  He made him smart and driven knowing that I would be relaxed and lackadaisical.   He made Sanj solid and no nonsense knowing that I would be full of random and ill-logical feelings and ideas.

We are each others opposite.  Yet we are like pieces of puzzles... opposites that match up nicely to make a great picture.

I love this man.  I love that he gets me.  He gets my randomness. He knows that tomorrow I will be full of totally different ideas and dreams and yet feel as passionate about each idea as the next.  He just acts totally interested and supportive day after day.

It's his birthday tomorrow.  He has the day off.  Years ago, when I first wanted to give him the day off, he wouldn't take it.  Too many patients to see, too many bills to pay, etc.  So I had his secretary fill his appointment book with fake patients.  He woke up on the morning of his birthday and I told him he had the day off.  :)  That was fun.  This continued a few years, then one year he said, don't give me the day off.  I really can't take it off.  Stupid me, listened to him.  The morning of his birthday, he wasn't really getting ready.  I  told him I didn't mark it off.  He was so disappointed.  I felt so bad.  I learned to hear him but not  listen to him.

So now, his birthday is a given.  We'll see how he spends it.  The evening is full of hockey.  I tried to cancel it but got no no.  We'll see.

I am so glad that God gave us a birthday.  We each need one day (or more) to feel special and all about you!  Enjoy your day, my dear sweet Hubby.  I love you.

Happy Birthday My Sweet Zach!

Today is Zachary's 8th birthday!  He is such a big boy, independent and has life under control that I forget that he is only turning 8!  I always think of him as a little older.

He was born sometime this evening... he was a very painful labour.  OUCH!  He was a fast labour yet a excruciating one!  I was so angry at him when he was born.  I remember looking at him as he lay in bed realizing the ridiculousness of my anger and yet feeling justified.

I have blogged many a time of this wonderful child of mine.  Zachary is zany and zestful!
He is zilly and zappy!  He is zenergetic and full of zeans!

My Zach is a very hard worker.  He does not give up.  He is a great friend.  He is thoughtful and kind and very loving.

He never lets his size or age stop him.  He is my go getter!

I love this kid of mine!!!  I love him zoodles and zoodles!

Thank You Jesus, for blessing me with the gift of being this beautiful child's mom.
May he have a wonderful year of lots of love and happiness!

Happy Birthday Zachary Thomas!!!

10 Big Ones!!!

My sweet Max is 10 years old today!!!

I was laying in bed last night thinking of how to describle my Max. Sweet is the best word. He is a quiet boy, with a dash of craziness and giddiness that can come bursting out at any given moment.

He loves to dress in crazy ways. Halloween brings out his creativity. I love seeing what he comes up with. He loves clothes. He loves shoes. He loves little action men that he plays with for hours. He loves the trampoline and trying to be a gymnist. He is a lover of hockey and a hockey star in the making. He plays for the love of the game and to be with his friends.

He is a loyal friend. He is kind, thoughtful and real. That is my Max... real. He cares about others. He is a willing helper. So often he will show up and say "Mommy, can I help you with something?"

He is a great brother. He loves his older brothers, especially when they are being nice. He is a great big brother. So often I hear Josh and Zach seeking him out for help.... "Max..."

He is grateful. He is generous. He is great. He is funny. He is such a delight.

I went into labour 2 minutes before the two minutes of silence. Remembrance Day, 1999. I called Sanj at work. The pains were coming fast and intense.

"Sanj, I need to go to the hospital." My sweet husband said, "Hold on, Shhh... it is the 2 minutes of silence."

"SANJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ!!!!" was my reaction. Since my husband didn't have to experience the pains of labour, he still had his crazy sense of humor.

Happy Birthday, my sweet Max.

You are a delight.

I love you so much.

I am so glad to be your mommy.

Happy Birthday,Maxwell!