My husband rode his bike 100 miles yesterday.
In weather conditions that included a heat index hot enough to, honest to god, fry an egg on the sidewalk.
And why did he do this? To celebrate his birthday.
I think he ought to be thanking his lucky cake candles that we're not holding a wake for him today.
Even more incredible, he took a VACATION day from work to do it.
If it were my birthday, doing anything remotely athletic would be completely out of the question.
Even though I'm stunned, flabbergasted, somewhat disgusted by his accomplishment, I must admit it's what I love the most about him. There are things out there that totally rock his world, and he delves into them with his whole being. Most notably, Photography and Cycling. He also finds great interest in the stock market, politics, NPR, reading, hiking, canoeing, and focuses intently on them when the need arises. He's into what he's into, heart and soul. That's true passion.
Besides being his birthday and the day after his ridiculous ride, today marks the 10th anniversary of what I'd call our first official date. It was 10 years ago today, in a studio apartment in Atchison, Kan., that I baked a birthday dinner for him -- overcooked pork chops and undercooked rice, decent homemade brownies -- rented Shawshank Redemption, and welcomed his arm around my shoulders as we sat on my sofa. It was the first time he kissed me. I look back now and think, "Did you ever guess that 10 years later you'd be married to him, living in Iowa with him and our son, and writing about him on the Internet?"
I think about all the time that has passed. We have endured:
long-distance relationships
job changes
mental health diagnoses
childbirth
losses of pets
house buying and selling
life in a mold-infested rental house
newsroom gossip
idiot bosses
Mormons
parenthood
the 7-year itch
There's more. Much more. Behind us and ahead of us. Here's to the next 10, 20, 30. I'd like to think I'm another of those world-rocking items in his life.
I think we make a great couple.
Maybe we're both insane.
In weather conditions that included a heat index hot enough to, honest to god, fry an egg on the sidewalk.
And why did he do this? To celebrate his birthday.
I think he ought to be thanking his lucky cake candles that we're not holding a wake for him today.
Even more incredible, he took a VACATION day from work to do it.
If it were my birthday, doing anything remotely athletic would be completely out of the question.
Even though I'm stunned, flabbergasted, somewhat disgusted by his accomplishment, I must admit it's what I love the most about him. There are things out there that totally rock his world, and he delves into them with his whole being. Most notably, Photography and Cycling. He also finds great interest in the stock market, politics, NPR, reading, hiking, canoeing, and focuses intently on them when the need arises. He's into what he's into, heart and soul. That's true passion.
Besides being his birthday and the day after his ridiculous ride, today marks the 10th anniversary of what I'd call our first official date. It was 10 years ago today, in a studio apartment in Atchison, Kan., that I baked a birthday dinner for him -- overcooked pork chops and undercooked rice, decent homemade brownies -- rented Shawshank Redemption, and welcomed his arm around my shoulders as we sat on my sofa. It was the first time he kissed me. I look back now and think, "Did you ever guess that 10 years later you'd be married to him, living in Iowa with him and our son, and writing about him on the Internet?"
I think about all the time that has passed. We have endured:
long-distance relationships
job changes
mental health diagnoses
childbirth
losses of pets
house buying and selling
life in a mold-infested rental house
newsroom gossip
idiot bosses
Mormons
parenthood
the 7-year itch
There's more. Much more. Behind us and ahead of us. Here's to the next 10, 20, 30. I'd like to think I'm another of those world-rocking items in his life.
I think we make a great couple.
Maybe we're both insane.
Comments
Happy 10th anniversary of your first date!
"We have endured: ...Mormons"
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
You guys will last forever. You are the perfect couple.
And by the way, I completely agree that riding ONE HUNDRED MILES in heat like we've been experiencing lately is a tad insane. WOW. Just... wow. I couldn't do it. I would die from heat stroke.