Happy Birthday, Emmy

We now enter a brief period where my wife and I are both the same age, though she carries it much better than me.  Kalamazoo’s own Sweetwater donuts began the day, as they should every day, and before we knew it her birthday was underway.  If anyone deserves celebration, it’s her.  She’s a super supportive wife, enabling me to do things like leave town for a few weeks to go on a speaking spree.  And then there’s the meetings and the weird morning schedules and the constant demand for clean clothes, dental appointments, and paid cell phone bills.  She’s on it, making me look much more together and capable than I truly am.  Mind you, Emily does this for like 8 people: herself, our boys, our special needs daughter (counts as 2) and me (counts as 3).

I didn’t marry a maid or a manager.  I married my friend who I love more than any other person in this world.  I married the one who looks at me and says “you’re tired — go to bed,” even to my frequent denial of what’s true about me.  She says things like “don’t worry about it” and means it.  Between the two of us, our average blood pressure is like 110/82.  Guess which one of us pulls it out of the stratosphere.  It’s not me.

She’s beautiful and funny and down to earth and has a quick detector that picks up on facsimile of humanity.  She’s capable and not worried at all, even when she is (and rightly so).  Emily does things like put her loose change in the shopping bag with the groceries because it’s 3″ closer than her pocket.  She’ll burst into a room and grab a fan, only to transport it to some weird place in the kitchen — on top of the mixer, settled into the fruit bowl, somewhere near the sink.  I am thankful for her and for GFCI outlets, too.

We ate lunch at Nick’s Gyros in Kalamazoo and then wandered around the campus of WMU.  She walked and enjoyed, unimpressed by the fountain and the tall buildings, as I am.  Emily’s blue eyes and beautiful soul noticed that we were together, happy, enjoying the moment.  It was and is truly a celebration of life.  A happy birthday.

Love, love, love to my Emmy.

About radamdavidson

When I'm not blogging, I'm hanging out with my family, pastoring a church, or listening to vinyl. I think and write about Jesus, music, communication, organizational leadership, family whatnot, and cultural artifacts from the 1980's -- mostly vintage boomboxes. You can read my blog at www.radamdavidson.com, watch [RadCast], a daily 3 minute video devotional, or find me on socials (@radamdavidson). I also help Pastors in their preaching and public speaking (www.CoachMyPreaching.com).
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