Today is supposed to be all about my husband Jon, because it’s his birthday. But as usual, I am making it all about me. Because yesterday I was interviewed by the truly fabulous Ann Douglas. You have to stop by The Mother of All Parenting Blogs to read The Quick Guide to Canadian Maternity Leave — and the Mom Who Wrote It. And, of course, check out my guide if you haven’t already.
Back to the topic at hand. Today is my Jon’s 33rd birthday. For those of you who keep up with these things, yes, I did turn 33 myself back in May and my husband is younger than me. 141 days younger than me, to be exact. Which isn’t much in the grand scheme of things. However you had better believe that for those 141 days every year he totally lords it over me that he is younger than I am. That, oh, yes, I am 33 but he is still a fresh-faced 32. And so in addition to celebrating the fabulosity that is my husband every September 23, I also celebrate the great equalizing. Now we are the same age for another 224 days.
(Lest you think my husband is some kind of jerk, I have to admit that I totally lorded my age over him when we were younger. For instance, when I had my driver’s license and I was driving his 15-year-old self around. Or when I could order a drink with dinner. Or when he was 24 on our honeymoon and not allowed to drive the rental car. It’s a good-natured teasing we have going on. Now that we are older, it’s simply his turn to get the digs in.)
One of the ironies of having children is that even as you get older and would sort of prefer to ignore the birthdays, you’re not allowed to. There is no way that a 4-year-old is going to let a chance to eat cake and ice cream and open presents pass her by. Of course she would sort of prefer the presents are toys for her, but in a pinch she’ll open your boring socks and gift cards, too. And so this evening we will decorate cupcakes and sing ‘Happy Birthday’ and celebrate Jon.
Happy birthday, Jon! Welcome to the land of the 33-year-olds. It’s not that bad, especially for me, because now I am not alone any longer. Don’t worry, in 7 1/2 months you’ll be younger than me once again.
I would love to hear how age has played a factor in everyone else’s relationships, if at all. Are you older or younger than your partner? And does that make you feel smug? Please share your stories!