For two whole days, I'll be married to an older man.
I have always taken this yearly, 48-hour opportunity to make jokes like, "Hey, sweetie! Where's your cane?" and "It's so nice to be the trophy wife!" as well as, "Ah, yes, stealing the kids' trust funds one birthday at a time!"
The Ty-man doesn't much appreciate this. But, that's OK. He gets back at me starting at hour 49 when I finally join him in old age and he makes jokes about "Trading you in for two twenty-year-olds."
Maybe this year I'll keep my mouth shut.
Happy 41st birthday to the most incredible man I've ever known! I love you and always will.
Even when you DO finally need that cane.