One day better

Today, Clint officially turns one year older. The celebrations are slated to be pretty low key- I think the plan consists of dinner and a movie this evening. We’re not usually big on exchanging presents, I’m not sure if that’s because our birthdays are so close, we’re usually strapped anyway, or we don’t feel the need to forced into buying each other something because society dictates we should, but for some reason every year when his birthday rolls around I get both nostalgic and feel incredibly blessed. I like to think about how while he was probably having his fifth birthday party while about 350 miles away my mom was in labor with me. It amazes me intricately and delicate our paths are interwoven and then I think about all the millions of tiny decisions that somehow ended up with me meeting him, marrying him, and now establishing ourselves as a family in our new house.

On of the first few interactions he and I ever had was when he stopped into my office at LSY right after I had just started. I only knew him as the guy that everyone loved- that flitted around the office and somehow made friends with everyone who crossed his path. I of course was the total opposite. I kept my head down and did my work, socializing with almost no one. He ducked his head into what was my “office” a converted closet that housed four of us on the bottom of the totem pole, and told me his birthday was today- one day before mine, which made him one day better. I just looked at him square in the eye and said “Yeah- but you’re probably A LOT older than me.” I was of course kidding (I blame Jenny for that sense of humor) but Clint- the guy who could charm anyone was rendered speechless. If I remember correctly he stuttered something incoherent while slowly backing out of the office. Who knew that all these years later we’d be here. I couldn't be any happier with how things have turned out.