Happy Birthday to Me!

A letter to me by me because it is my birthday and I can blog what I want to.

Tim and the boys woke me up this morning with breakfast in bed (Tim’s famous pancakes and yummy eggs) and an orange wrapped gift. It needs to be mentioned that all this happened at 7:45am. That means that I got to sleep in. Tim went in late today so I could sleep in and we all got to have a little bit of family time.

The boys were kind enough to open the gift for me – I know, I raised a couple of real gentleman! – and inside the orange wrapping (everything in this house is orange right now thanks to it being Michael’s color of choice) was a gadget I didn’t even know existed, an Eye- Fi memory card. The Eye-Fi memory card is a special memory card that automatically uploads every photo I take on my camera to my computer and the internet! How cool is that?! I never have to worry about losing photos. everything is automatically uploaded, organized and saved. That is, as long as my computer is on and there is wi-fi available. So really it will work everywhere except the cabin.

When we were in Minot 2 weekends ago I received early Birthday Cards from my family. I am blessed to have such a big caring and close knit family. I mean seriously, my Aunt, Uncle and cousins still send me a birthday card every year. I am well aware that this is not the case in many families.

I am blessed to still have my Grandma Moo and Grandpa Bux (who I will always call by those names) in my life. My Grandma Moo is the most incredible and strong woman I know- my mom is a very close second. Grandma Moo defies every stereotype of a Granny except for her love a quilting. That is pretty Granny-ish! She has more spirit and spunk than anyone I know and she can beat almost anyone in arm wrestling! My Grandpa Bux is a pillar in the community and his business sense leaves me awe struck. His love for chocolate is matched only for his love for his family and I totally relate to him with that. I too am weak when it comes to chocolate. You can often find the two of us conspiring to sneak goodies off the sweat treat tray when no one is looking!

As mentioned above my Mom comes in a very close second to my Grandma as my number one female role model. Beth and I joke all the time about her secret Super Woman cape she has hidden behind her cardigans. She is a woman to be respected (and sometime feared when you don’t get your room cleaned before company comes- even if the company never goes near your room let alone enters the closed door!). She balances her fear/respect inspiring persona with the ability to laugh easily and play an impressively damn good game of Hand and Foot! Her Hand and Foot partner in crime is the man I most admire in the whole wide world. I love you Tim but I loved my Dad first. My Dad takes the cake – the whole cake – on this one. His big Norsky Viking body is about and intimidating as it gets. That combined with his love for shooting gophers while drinking Baileys on the Cabin’s porch would be frightening in anyone’s book. But the minute he sees his girls, Mom, Beth or I, he melts and becomes the Biggest Teddy Bear that you will ever meet. At least that is what I thought. I thought no one could melt him like his ladies and then I had Michael. There is no better Papa in the world. My Dad is the favorite of all three of our kids. There is nothing better than Papa in the kids’ book. They love Papa and everyone knows how much Papa loves my kids. It makes me so proud and happy to see my kids play with their Papa. I may have come in past curfew a few times in High School and pissed him off when I fought with mom but having those three kids has made up for every transgression!

Beth is my best friend. Even if we only get a long when we see each other in time spans of a week or less and we love each other the most when we are living in different states. Beth would kill for my children – and possibly enjoy it as long she wasn’t killing a kitten or any other kritter. Beth is an advocate for the under dog which gives her and Patrick a very special “second child” bond. She is the only other person on the planet who loves Lucy unconditionally. Beth has more love in her heart than anyone I know and I am grateful that she spreads that love on as thick as my Mom butters both sides of a bun all over my kids. She loves them up good but at the same time she never takes any crap from them. I think that Beth has gotten in more shouting matches with the boys than the boys have with each other!

You all know how much I love my kids. I never thought I would be a mom at this age. TWENTY EIGHT! Seriously… wasn’t I just turning 18 and heading to Canada?! This unexpected path that life has put me on was not a part of my starring on Broadway plans. Even if I did star on Broadway – which after High School I thought was the only direction life would take me- and I was as famous as Bernadette, Bette, Patti, Liza and Barbra I doubt I would ever receive the genuine love and excitement I receive every time I walk into a room that Elise is in. The boys don’t react that way anymore but they do yell at Tim when everyone is loaded up in that car and Tim backs out without me “in my car seat!” I know they love me.

I have a husband who, after almost 6 years, still boggles my mind. Every day we learn more about each other. We are polar opposites in every way and that makes life a challenge at times but so fascinating and fun. Tim has brought logic into my life in a way that grounds me. He not only accepts but loves all my quirks (and my unfinished projects – he has been waiting for 4 years now for his quilt). He has seen me at my best and my worst which ironically both happened while pregnant…. I suppose when one is pregnant for half of their marriage years that isn’t so surprising. Tim is the smartest person I know in the weirdest ways. There isn’t a “why does that do that?” that Tim can not answer but if you replace that “that” with a “he or a she” he is dumb founded. Like I said, we balance each other.

I would be nowhere with out my family. I am blessed. I didn’t choose my family and I didn’t really choose my friends either. My two best ladies are a mystery too me. Christine and Jess and I work like a three piece puzzle. We couldn’t be more different and yet something about surviving and making it through the Jamestown College Theatre Department has bonded us for life. We laugh together until Diet Coke is shooting out of our noses. We cry together. We shop together. We drive for hours to be together and end up holed up in hotel room watching a Toddlers and Tiaras marathon, gossiping all night long and have the best time ever.

It may seem that the blog has been heavy with sentimental cheese lately but I promise that after an Elise 1st Birthday post things will get back to the daily grind of poo, goo and cutting the cheese style posts. And expect even more photos than usual thanks to Tim’s thoughtful gadget gift. Only Tim can be so thoughtful and logical at the same time and still give a great gift. I love you Tim. I love my family and my friends. And kudos to you reader of this forever long, self indulgent post for making it to the end!

Happy Birthday to Me!

2 thoughts on “Happy Birthday to Me!

  1. Jess

    Ah, thanks for the shout-out, Meg! It’s your birthday and you showered everyone else with love–figures. ๐Ÿ™‚ I read a book and ate some chocolate in honor of you on your birthday. Hope we can celebrate in person soon.

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