I predict that in 364 days I will be dating a senior citizen.
I will be a month from 40 at that time, so I guess that’s not so bad, right?
Yesterday was The Attorney’s 54th.
It’s hard for me to wrap my head around that fact. Because he is not what ever thought 54 is. He’s active, athletic, and sharp. Plus, the older you get, the more you realize that “old” is a lot older than you imagined.
The official celebration of his birthday is tonight, to coincide with our usual Friday date night.
I made the pound cake1 last night and this evening, dinner will feature a pork tenderloin I do on the grill that I know he likes.
I like to try to come up with a gift that has something to do with his birth year2. Like for his 50th I gave him a 50th Anniversary edition of “To Kill A Mockingbird,” a favorite book of both of us that was published the same year he was born.
A couple of years before that I planted a JFK Rose in his yard because that was the year that Kennedy was elected and because they are supposed to bloom in late May. Every year since, he has had big white fist sized roses bursting forth by his birthday.
This year was even more perfect, because he called me yesterday morning to tell me that the first one opened up.
Then the whole JFK / birthday connection got even cooler when I saw this on Twitter today:
The Attorney and JFK share a birthday.3
But, this year, I could not come up with a good 1960-related gift. So I just decided to get The Attorney something I know he wants.
He has been talking since last fall about getting a motorcycle. And I have been against it.
I have concerns, ironically, about his age. I’m not concerned about him handling the bike or anything like that. He is very physically capable. But, I do think bikes are dangerous in general, and I worry about how well he will bounce back or recover at his age from an accident.
I know he really wants to pull the trigger on getting a new toy, but I worry that he is holding back because of me. He hasn’t expressed that. But, I have that feeling.
I don’t want to get in the way. Plus it’s not my decision to make.
If he wants a bike, he deserves a bike.
And my support.
So, to show it I decided I’d buy him his first helmet. It’s my way of saying “Happy Birthday. I love you, I support you. I want you safe.”
I really wanted to surprise him by having the helmet waiting at his place at the dinner table. But it’s such a personal choice, he really needs to pick it out. Plus, I had no idea of size.
But, I do know he has been looking at Harley-Davidson bikes. So I researched the costs on their web site and purchased a gift card that should cover any helmet he wants.
I still want him to be able to have something to have in hand at dinner, so I picked up this shirt for him, too.
I’ll make it from Granny.
Hopefully the message will be heard.