I sent John away on a 4 day backpacking trip tonight. I'm not sure if I am a glutton for punishment, or very in love, or both. This trip is my birthday present to him (he turns 35 on Saturday, August 9). Of course, I'm a bit daunted by the prospect of 4 days without him. I will have some help during the days, as Heath and Mary have volunteered to take Isabella on some excursions while I nap with Melanie in the afternoons. Still, I will have no help at night or in the early mornings, which is a slightly scary prospect when you have a 16 day old, a rambunctious 3yr old (who happens to be in a won't-listen phase), and are still recovering from surgery.
So why am I doing it? Well, I guess it's all about trying to give a meaningful gift. How meaningful is it to swipe my credit card at some store? What could I buy for John that he couldn't buy for himself? One meaningful gift that I can give to him is time - time to be in the mountains, time to throw a heavy pack on his back, time to be with freinds, time to drink a mug of wine by a campfire, time to look at the stars, time to reflect on all that he has back home that makes him a happy man.
John, I love you. You have given me everything I could ever want in life. Thank you for being my husband and for being the father of my children. Happy birthday.
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