Hopefully, this Sunday, I will have pulled off the biggest surprise in the history of my marriage. I have arranged for a surprise birthday brunch for my husband’s 40th with his close family and friends. For weeks I’ve been sneaking around the house and internet feigning being a complete crazy mess, so that my husband would go to bed early so I could work on his party. Do you know how hard it is to actually argue about wanting to watch TV when all you really want to do is scream – GO TO BED.
I know brunch sounds different, but I account that to my husband being a little different. Plus, I think we’re kind of old and it’s still a bit chilly to have a kegger on the front lawn. So, I settled on brunch with a few close guests. Hubby’s favorite meal of the day is breakfast so it’s a win-win situation.
Some how I’ve gotten it in my head that I need to toast my husband. I’ve been working on tidbits trying to be short and sweet but also heartfelt without boring the kids and adults to tears.
A toast to my husband on occasion of his 40th birthday:
First, a thank you to my mother-in-law for birthing, this man who has a rather large head
You are a man who works hard for his family and pushes forward regardless of the struggles and obstacles that are placed in front of you. You’ve taught me to put my head down and push forward because if we stop the family fails and that’s not an option.
You are the smartest person that I know. (Don’t let it go to your head like the last time I proclaimed you were the smartest person I know, but it is true.)
I love your sense of humor, compassion and the way you wear your heart on you sleeve. You are larger than life in so many ways. Nobody makes me laugh the way you do. I love the silly things that you do and teach our son to do – who else would dress their six-month-old in a tie, diaper and sunglasses, so that you could dance him around like a Chippendale dancer while your mother and I waved dollar bills.
Thank you for accepting me for who I am — a crazy, neurotic mess of a woman. Who has no less than 15 projects going at one time and another 30 grand ideas that are burning inside of my head.
Thank you for allowing me to be me and still loving me in spite of it. (I swear that I’ll get the boy’s playroom put together before the end of June.)
You give me the strength that I need to get through the day. I am proud of you and everything that you’ve accomplished. I am forever grateful of the love that we share. I look forward to the next 40 years together. You are my light.
Two final things: May your soul be in heaven an hour before the devil knows you’re dead. Here’s to scotch because one doesn’t solve the world’s problems over chardonnay.
Now, I just have to get through it without crying. I think I may make some modifications. Have you ever had to give a toast? What was the occasion?