The 50th

Earlier this month, we celebrated my husbands 50th birthday.

I'm not even going to try to fake it. It was a hard day, hard week.

The longer I'm married, the more I love my husband. And, the more I hurt when he hurts.

It was his first birthday ever spent away from his family. His family means the world to him. He still calls his dad once a week and calls his siblings on birthdays and holidays.

However, it's not reciprocal. Even though I reminded everyone, he got one call and one text on his birthday. His dad called a day or two later. A card came about a week later. It was sad to say the least.

I tried so hard to make it special for him. I asked his friends and family to please send cards. A friend and our previous pastor sent cards and I'm so thankful. Sad, but thankful. I also planned a small surprise party with neighbors and a couple friends.

We made special trips to eat some of his favorites. We also spent his actual birthday evening at the fair with friends. It was hot, but fun.

It was absolutely a joy to see people celebrating my husband.

But it was sad. The people he wanted and needed to hear from didn't bother. I know how hard it is to go through big things and feel forgotten or alone. I recognized the look in his face. That feeling of not being loved.

I'd like to tell you it's his misperception, but I don't think so. His family ha shown a very ugly side to themselves, very self absorbed. They definitely aren't nice to me and have been that way toward him more than ever.

I don't want this to turn into a bashing of his family, even though I have a ton to say. It's painful to see this once loving family fall apart.

My husband would tell you that his birthday was just another day. A 50th birthday isn't just another day. I know it was tough for him.

Honestly, my husband turning 50 was hard for me too.

We obviously don't have a clue how long we will live. I've had 22 years with him. Another 22 and he will be retired and 72. He's getting older and I can't stop that. I wish I could make time stand still so we could enjoy this time and this place. I'm not ready for time to be gone. I love him and want him as many days as I can have him.

I wish the depth of my love covered the love he's missing elsewhere. He's a wonderful man. I can't help but want others to love him as much as I do. I'm thankful God loves him even more and has given me the opportunity to live life with him.