He told me the other day when we were coming home from church that he remembers the “moon walk” – and I’m not talking about Michael Jackson here, either.
I looked at him and said, “No, you don’t! You were a baby! How could you remember?”
To which he replied, “But I do remember.”
I said, “You remember reading or hearing about it, but you don’t remember the actual walk.”
I think I burst his bubble.
He ignored me the rest of the afternoon.
So have you done the math or have you cheated and heard all across the airways that this week marks the 40th anniversary of the moon walk?
Yes, that would mean my sweet, sweet husband turns the big 4-0 today!
I thought I would be really cute and post tons of pictures of Wayne as a baby and how he has grown and changed over the last 40 years, but I don’t have any of his baby or school pictures. Isn’t that sad? I have his old Weekly Reader books from elementary school, a few of his favorite baby toys and old baseball cards, but no pictures of how my man has become who he is through the years. He probably wouldn’t appreciate the pictures, anyway, being on the internet and all…
I could gush and slush and tell you all about how wonderful my husband is, because, after all, he really is. But he insisted on no parties or grand hoopla. He’s kinda simple like that.
Instead, we celebrated as a family by going out to dinner at Outback and eating one of Cyndi’s awesome cakes until we were so drunk on chocolate that Wayne forgot that the number four and zero actually go together in his world now!
I casually mentioned skipping a nightly ritual and perhaps blessing Wayne with a 8 pound gift in nine months, but he didn’t seem to like that idea, either. Something about the number 40 and 8 pounds in 9 months just didn’t sound very good to him, so he opted for the “King of Queens” complete box set instead. And a free trip with the boys to the Hunter’s Extravaganza in two weeks.
Happy Birthday, Wayne! I love you with all my heart and I hope we get to celebrate many more wonderful birthday’s together!