Tuesday was Adrian's 25th birthday, and we were both determined to have a great evening together, just the 3 of us. Do you ever find that when you most want an evening to go well, it all falls apart?
Yeah. Me neither.
Lest I be accused of (more) complaining, I'll give you the cliffs notes version: Lyndon refused to eat, which made him cranky; I had to tend to him in the middle of making Adrian's special birthday dinner, which he had to finish making himself; we went searching in vain for Adrian's birthday present, which apparently is sold out everywhere; Lyndon screamed the whole way home; by the end of the night, both of us had upset stomachs.
But the point of this post isn't to feel sorry for myself. The point is to praise my husband and his attitude. At several points throughout the night, when I lamented or felt guilty about how the evening was going, Adrian would say something along the lines of, "it's only a disaster if we think it's a disaster". On the ride home, he said (over Lyndon's wailing), "This is my life now, and I can either complain about it and wish it was different, or I can love it and make the best of it." And he said it with a genuine smile on his face. There was no bitterness or regret at having his one special day "spoiled" by annoying circumstances.
We've called Lyndon our little "idol killer" since before he was born, but I had no idea how much he had pushed Adrian to grow until last night. His attitude now is so different from his attitude even a few months ago. He's actually glad to have his life turned upside-down now for the sake of his family. So, as we sang Glee songs together on the way home (because they made Lyndon stop crying), I thanked God for my wonderful husband who (by God's grace) is turning into a wonderful daddy.
Happy 25th birthday, sweetie. I love you.