Happy Birthday Eddie

OK. This post is gonna be a bit long and... yes, mushy and gushy.

(Now's your chance to close out if you wish)

It's Eddie's Birthday.

Although he's already heard all this before, I can never repeat it enough.

I consider myself one of the fortunate ones.
After 33 years of marriage, my pulse still quickens and my heart pumps harder when I’m with Eddie. It’s not hard, though, to love him.
Everywhere I go, the women all love him and the men find him slightly silly and sappy.

Early on in our marriage, Ed would ask me,
 “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
And I’d always answer,
 “Eddie’s girl.”
It was our mantra and made us smile.
We’re not just partners in a journey; we’re friends who share smirks and giggles.

 He once cooked me a heart-shaped meatloaf for Valentine’s Day, an other time rented me a convertible for a day to drive to “no where”, and once rowed me around the lake in Central Park on my birthday; he tries to make special days memorable.

But when it comes down to it, it’s the everyday things that endear Ed most; drawing us closer as the years go by.
Each morning starts with freshly ground, whole bean, prepared the night before, brewed coffee.
And after we leave for our respective occupations, the occasional “I’m just thinking of you” call keeps us connected.
These “ordinary” gestures are reminders of his daily thoughtfulness.

In addition, he is not ashamed to say he loves me; often.
Or that I am beautiful; and I instantly feel so.
He begins each day whispering in my ear a quiet, drowsy-eyed, “Good Morning” – good to begin a new day together - and ends each one with, “I hope I see you tomorrow” – because we both know, first hand, sometimes tomorrow never comes.

But even more often, Ed’s actions speak louder than his words.
The way he looks at me, unexpectedly reaches for my hand, or softly pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. He can speak wordlessly to me from across a crowded room with just a wink.
He has cried for me, sighed for me and prayed for me.
He tickles, teases and spoils me.
When life gets me down, he knows how to turn my up-side-down,
in-side-out fears and emotions into calmness; always there with a listening ear and an understanding heart.
In his arms I feel secure, enclosed in warmth.

As a result, many a hug has cheered me and convinced me to go forward. It is because Ed has such a selfless attitude that he is able to bring out the best in me.
And his kiss…..well, it’s bliss.
Yes Kaitlyn, I still think he's HOT ;)

(OK. I warned you.
This is like the seventh inning stretch.
You can still X to leave.)

In this age of liberation for women, I like it when he holds the door for me or carries the groceries into the house. I consider him a gentleman when he pulls my chair out at a restaurant or offers his hand when stepping out of the car.
Chivalry isn’t dead with Ed.

Together, we tackle chores around the house.
There are no “his” and “her” lists because we are a team.
As a result, often, Ed washes the dishes while I tackle the bills, he throws in a load of wash, I lay down the lawn fertilizer.
Our lives revolve around each other.
Although we have our separate interests, we always consider each other when making plans; it is a courtesy that has grown out of mutual respect.

When it all comes down to it,

We're Just Better Together.
I'm so grateful to spend my Life with this man..

   And, of course, you know by now, I’ll always want to be 

Eddie’s girl.

Happy Birthday Eddie.

I love you