33

Tomorrow is John's 33 birthday. This is a monumental occasion in our house. John and I are obsessed with the number 3. Growing up, I always loved 3. So did he. When we met, we figured out that his football number was #33 and my basketball number was #33. Destiny. Right?

So, now that he's turning 33 tomorrow (oddly, also the age Jesus lived until) I'm almost frozen with ideas. I've got nothing planned or ready! I used to throw huge theme parties for his birthday every year--Ugly Christmas Sweater, Poker Night, White Elephant Gifts, etc. we stopped the parties when we moved to the suburbs and John's was adamit against a party (maybe it was because my 30th birthday party was Sept, Vivienne's was Oct, his would be Nov and Christmas in Dec.....I must admit that IS a lot of celebration, planning and money) . Although, I'm dying to throw another adult theme party and think I'll do so next year!

John's sister invited us to take our kids to the circus tomorrow, so we'll do that after church. He isn't feeling great, so we're going to bed early tonight and he's not up for much.

John is a spectacular dad. I was pretty confident I had met a great husband when we fell in love, but I didn't realize I hit the jackpot when it came to picking a father for my children. He's strong, firm and tender. He plays better with the kids than I do. He loves to sit with them, patiently, get interested in what interests them, ask them questions. John is absolutely smitten with Barrett. Hook, line and sinker. Vivienne has a different special place in his heart. He and her have a little connection that is so sweet, she scrunches her nose and then bashfully buries her head in my chest when they're playing. She calls anything she likes "dada", like Christmas lights, or books and pictures that amuse her. John lets me sleep in, takes the kids joyfully to do fun stuff and "give mom a break."

Don't get me wrong, no one is perfect. I know this is a little mushy, but I can't help it. I'm crazy about John. I adore him and cherish him and it's his birthday so I'm going to shout it from the roof tops, even if it's a little obnoxious.

My point is......if anyone has any ideas for how to make my marvelous man feel special on his day, I'd love some ideas!