That’s right …it’s the Hubster’s birthday. Last year for his birthday we decided it was time to upgrade our 19″ TV to a modern flat screen 42″ TV. I’ll be honest…while we say it was a birthday gift, both of us decided that we could no longer read the info guide on the screen without putting on reading glasses. We have been glasses free while watching TV for a full year…better and cheaper than laser surgery.
This year he insisted on no gifts (for him)…actually I just assumed this when he said, “Your
presents are presence is enough for me.”
I couldn’t just let his birthday go unnoticed so I will pay tribute to him here.
Let’s start at the very beginning…
never mind this is a PG-rated blog so I will spare you the details from what I am assuming would have been a special event sometime around Christmas, 1959.
Thanks to lack of photos and modern technology we jump forward about 21 months to late 1961.
Hubster, …standing with his mother holding his brother, his New Hampshire grandmother looks on from the car.
Hubster was born in Baltimore, but grew up in New Hampshire.
Easter on his grandparents driveway…Hubster is 2nd from the right with brother (matching jacket), sister (bonnet style hat, bows on shoes) and cousins.
I see the both of the Son-sters smiles in this photo…love the zipper sweater.
In his pre-Eagle Scout days…receiving the Star Rank. (left)
For several summers in a row we vacationed at my brother’s home on Lake Winnipesaukee in Laconia, NH. Hubster often spoke of sailing and hiking in the nearby mountains.
“Look kids Mount Major…I used to hike to the top every summer.”
Word of caution: When travelling to the mountain regions of New Hampshire with the Hubster pack proper footwear. Climbing Mount Major in Keds is neither fun nor safe. File this under: what I did for love.
Hubster was and is ever the Patriot…don’t know the woman, but Hubster is sporting his Sons of American Legion hat.
Hubster’s Uncle Denny* taught him how to fish…
…give a man a fish he eats for a day, teach a man to fish he eats for a lifetime…thanks Uncle Denny (not sarcasm).
Hubster graduated from high school in New Hampshire. He came to Baltimore to attend college and live with his Dad.
Hubster and I met four days into my freshman year of college. Peggy Anne (my college roommate) peeled me off my text books and insisted I go to a dance at a nearby college on a Thursday night. Dean’s List was so overrated.
Much to my mother’s chagrin I began dating the Hubster. She was quite disagreeable toward him until about year three of marriage. Later she called him…her favorite son-in-law…she called the Kitchen King her favorite son-in-law also, but never while the two sons-in law were together…ever the diplomat.
Our hair color seems to blend with the woodwork in my dorm room.
Long before the “selfie” via the cell phone…Hubster (boyfriend at the time) would take photos of himself using my Polaroid camera . This one in my dorm room.
In typical 1980’s photography …Hubster pretends to make a mad dash just before our wedding ceremony. Having recently become a Catholic perhaps seeing the back of the church had him a bit skittish. I didn’t see this photo set up as I was out in a limo in front of church, but my Monsignor uncle who officiated the wedding and was standing nearby would have taken him down in an instant so I wasn’t too worried.
Hubster looks adorable in this photo.
Hubster does not look old enough to be a Dad, but 2 1/2 years after our wedding and three hours of pushing finally brought forth Son-ster #1.
Hubster’s mom came to visit for her #1 son’s birthday 1993…she is no longer living…she was quite a character.
Hubster loves his kayaks…he doesn’t get out there as often as he would like…hello, Son-sters…gift idea…spend a day kayaking with your Dad…relatively inexpensive as it only requires your time…just sayin’.
We are on the road toward empty nest… circa 2007
Thirty-three years of togetherness and forced family fun.
Thanks for putting up with my family…you know they love you too!
Happy Birthday Hubster…you’re the best.
I hope you’re enjoying your gift…me writing about you…I am looking forward to many more years of birthdays together.
Love your child bride and reason for being,