Let’s Celebrate…Hubster’s Birthday

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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.

Baby Hubster

Nice socks…today he prefers an extremely low-cut sock for athletic footwear and a more traditional ankle length for dress and casual shoes. He has also been known to go sans socks.

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.

easter in NH

There was not a lot of money, but they look like a million bucks.

I see the both of the Son-sters smiles in this photo…love the zipper sweater.

school hubster

Unfortunate run-in with brother and a bunk bed caused the chipped tooth…has long since been repaired.

In his pre-Eagle Scout days…receiving the Star Rank. (left)

scout star

He wears neither a sash or beret today…although he does own several pair of khaki pants and loafer style brown shoes…some things are classic.

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 sailing

Glory days on the lake…I do not know what is in his hand, but it looks like a boomerang. Also not sure if that is Mount Major in the background, but I still shudder.

Hubster was and is ever the Patriot…don’t know the woman, but Hubster is sporting his Sons of American Legion hat.

Sons of american legion

Guessing this is a Memorial Day or Flag Day event.

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).

fishing

Yes, I fished also…once again…what I did for love. Hubster still goes fishing…remember the garden incident? (here)

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.

 

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In our very preppy days…and me with my Princess Diana haircut.

 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.

selfie hubster

I think the sunglasses belonged to Peggy Anne.

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.

wedding day

 

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.

dad

The wee hours of a late December morning…my finger in the photo…did I mention three solid hours of pushing?

Hubster’s mom came to visit for her #1 son’s birthday 1993…she is no longer living…she was quite a character.

family

He has always been a great Dad and son for his family.

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’.

kayak

Pemigewasset River near Lincoln, NH

We are on the road toward empty nest… circa 2007

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Son-ster #1 HS graduation…I do not look good in any of the later graduation photos and since this is my blog I am choosing this photo. Son-ster #2 is 6’1″ now…oh how they have grown and since flown.

Thirty-three years of togetherness and forced family fun.

Thanks for putting up with my family…you know they love you too!

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Hubster holding the baby…nervous that he might be saddled with changing that diaper. My 50th Birthday at my sister, Keary’s house. It took seven or eight takes to get this photo…20 family members are not present, but don’t worry you were excused…not to mention there was no more room on the steps.

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.

XXXX-OOOO

Love your child bride and reason for being,

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