My dear husband crosses the threshold into his 2nd half-century on this planet in very short order. It will be exactly one year and 14 days after my milestone crossing, and I'm happy to have him join my club. It's been fun planning his fiftieth celebration, really fun. There are a couple of events involved, and he could not be more excited about them. Although my husband and I are similar on many fronts, we are quite different in how we choose to celebrate.
Where as I took off for Vegas with a few family and friends, and missed those who couldn't make it, he has chosen to stay "home" here in the Pacific Northwest. He considers this place home. And although some distant travel is involved, many of the people he would like to surround himself with are people we have met in the last ten years. How nice is that?
It's helping me tremendously to ground myself where we are. I'm not there yet. Hey, it's only been ten years! It's not easy for this Greek girl. I truly believe it is in my DNA to cautiously accept outsiders into my circle. Why is that? I moved away from my Chicago clan almost 30 years ago. Family is my comfort zone, and I am happy to say that this includes my dear in-laws, all of them. They live in Germany. Probably why Munich was home from the minute I landed there.
We choose to celebrate differently my husband and I. As he gets truly excited with every plan we make, every bottle of wine we choose, dinner menu selected, and every RSVP he receives, I am grateful to be on this ride with him.