I remember several of Scott's birthdays. But two of them hold very fond parcels in my soul.
We once traveled to State Line, Nevada for a birthday celebration. I had arranged for my mom and dad to take Kelsey and off we went for a fun filled weekend without our little darling.
He had no idea where I was taking him. I had arranged for some friends to be in our hotel room to video tape his face as we entered said room. They were going to party with us in this weekend of celebration.
As we walked in Scott grabbed me and pulled me out of the room and slammed the door. Seems he misinterpreted my surprise. When he saw the camera in a hotel room, he thought we were walking into some kind of porn movie that was in production! Fortunately, after the explanation, we had a great time.
Another one of Scott's birthdays was spent on the road traveling up the west coast to Mt. St. Helen's several years after it's eruption. The girls, Kelsey, Addison and Shae were all pretty young and we decided to camp our way on the trek. Not a vaca for ol' mom . . . no, no, no . . . camping with diapers and trying to keep little ones safe, dry, fed, happy, etc. etc. etc., was not dear to my heart. But Scott, at that time, was into the whole granola, outdoorsy, backpacking thing. So being a loving wife, I tried my best to support him and his love for nature.
We finally arrived home and drove onto our quiet, little cul-de-sac and I was so relieved to finally be able to sleep in my own bed. At last, the kids would be clean. I was so happy . . . but wait a minute . . . the date was September 1. Oh no, I had totally forgotten my husband's birthday . . . my children's father's birthday . . . who does that!
You know what . . . Scott didn't say one thing on the special day I had missed. He was just happy to spend it with his family. That's the man I married and love with all my heart.
Happy Birthday, honey. I love you forever and back.
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