Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Happy Birthday, Mister
THESE ARE YOUR THIRTIES....
Year 30 - We hadn't yet met, so I can only assume you spent your days at church, praying to St. Christopher, the patron saint of bachelors.
Year 31 - Good news, your prayers were answered. We met. Bad news, it was at a cancer hospital.
Year 32 - St. Christopher must have an "in" with St. Agatha, the patron saint of cancer patients. You come out of your testicular cancer experience with one less berry but with a new job and a new fiancee. I'd like to think it was a good trade.
Year 33 - Say goodbye to St. Christopher and hello to St. Nicholas, the patron saint of brides. We tie the knot.
Year 34 - You run a half marathon and raise money for the American Cancer Society.
Year 35 - Looks like you only needed one berry after all - we're pregnant. You travel to New Zealand, Vancouver and LA.
Year 36 - You become friends with St. Anne, the patron saint of childbirth and St. Joseph, patron saint of fathers.
Year 37 - St. Gabriel Archangel, the patron saint of conception, pays us a surprise visit. Baby #2 makes its presence known.
Not too shabby. Makes sense why you wanted your confirmation name to be Rocky. You're a fighter. In a good way. Every once in a while I revisit this little passage below, which we stumbled upon in The Dangerous Book for Boys and decided to include as a reading at our wedding:
“Don’t worry about genius and don’t worry about not being clever. Trust rather to hard work, perseverance, and determination. The best motto for a long march is ‘Don’t grumble. Plug on.’
“You hold your future in your own hands. Never waver in this belief. Be honest. Be loyal. Be kind. Remember that the hardest thing to acquire is the faculty of being unselfish. As a quality it is one of the finest attributes of manliness.
“Love the sea, the ringing beach and the open downs. Keep clean, body and mind.”
~ Sir Frederick Treves
I think you're pretty swell. Even if you are old.