My husband turns 29 tomorrow.
How is the man I love 29 years old…!? I think it’s absolutely insane that I knew him at 19. We weren’t romantically involved, but we were friends. And now he’s 29. Almost 30! Life is weird.
When we confessed our feelings for one another K had just turned 20 and I was 16 and a half. There’s nothing weird about 25 & 29, but 16 & 20 tends to raise eyebrows. Fortunately, we weren’t foolish and my parents knew that I had a little crush on Kyle. Our time together was spent going for ice cream or watching movies in my living room or taking walks. After six months of flirtatious day-dates, three days after my 17th birthday, my parents gave me the ok to “date” Kyle.
Best birthday present ever.
A four year gap doesn’t work for everyone, but K knew that I had big plans: graduate high school, attend college, find a job. I also threw him for a few loops with a crazy schedule (thanks, drumline!) and a month-long trip to India. He never said, “no.” He never said, “don’t do it.” And if he had, we wouldn’t be the people or the couple that we are. Less than a year before we got married he said he was thinking about starting a company. And I said go for it.
We’ve been Kyle&Audrey for so long. I’m reminded of the Zits comic when I type that.
But oh how I admire half of that equation. The “Kyle” part, if you’re wondering. He’s a crazy cool guy. He’s patient and hilarious. He’s a little arrogant but admittedly very talented. He’s so damn creative. He has a huge heart that’s encased in a fortress of sarcasm. He’s loyal to a fault but he’s strong enough to walk away and bite whatever bullet needs bit. He’s unique and intelligent and wonderful.
Though I may be bias.
Is it annoying to read about one’s love for another human? Sorry. I mean, it is his birthday so…… Long story short, I feel like the luckiest person alive to have K on my team.
We don’t always agree. We’re not always on the same page. But he’s the best. And tomorrow he’ll be 29. And I can’t wait to celebrate tomorrow and 50 years from tomorrow.