It seems that the months from April through August are the birthday months around here, and today (May 1) is my husband’s birthday.
Jack turns 52 today. I can say that because guys don’t care about people knowing how old they are, right?
Jack is about ten years older than me, but that’s no real surprise. I’ve always had a thing for older men. He’s in great shape, though, having no problems keeping up with me and our three kids.
Well, except for what he calls “Melodee’s Thirty-Second Law”. In some cases, he comes in at under thirty seconds, but that’s another—adult only—blog.
I do sometimes wonder why he puts up with me, though. I know I’m not easy to deal with from time to time. I can be moody, demanding, spoiled, and—in general—an absolute bitch every now and then. But Jack takes it all in stride. He lets me fuss and get it out of my system, and then he’ll do something so sweet that I start to cry and thank him for not tossing me out on my ass. He just hugs me and says, “Everything is all right, baby.”
And he’s always right. A lot of that is because Jack does what is needed to make things all right, usually without me even knowing he’s doing it.
I do sometimes feel sorry for him, though. JJ is only five, so for all practical purposes, Jack is the only male in a house full of females. On top of dealing with me, there is Amanda and Debbie…
Amanda will be 13 in June. She already acts like she’s about 23. The hormones are playing ping-pong with her brain on a daily basis now, and things are only going to get worse over the next few years. Jack claims that Amanda is just a younger version of me and marvels at the fact that she and I share no genetic information. The fact is that Amanda and I have been together (first as Aunt Melodee) since she was about 2. Yeah…nurture does play as big a part as nature. One thing is for certain, though…Amanda is the reason for the saying that guns don’t kill people—fathers with good looking daughters kill people.
Debbie will turn 11 in August, but I think there’s actually a 40-year-old trapped inside that body. She wants to be a doctor and is into biology. No, not in the same way that Amanda is into biology…Debbie likes the theoretical side of how the body works while Amanda wants to explore the practical side of male/female biology. Anyway…Debbie doesn’t share all of the traits that Amanda I do, but that girl is a shopping machine. All right…Amanda and I are into shoes, purses, and bling. Debbie is a clothes freak.
The bottom line is that Jack is outnumbered. If we had a smaller house, he would have to pee outside because he would never get into the bathroom. In fact, when we had our new house built, Jack has his own bathroom that no one else uses. Not sure I would want to in any event. He gave up going shopping with us and he learned that fussing about how much we spent is a waste of breath. These days, he spends a lot of time in the garage working on his projects.
As far as I have ever known, Jack has only one hobby…he likes old cars, especially the “muscle cars” from the 1960s and 1970s. He has one that is his particular favorite, and all I know about it is that it’s a 1972 Dodge Challenger with a motor from something like a fighter aircraft in it. It is fully restored and is a bright orange with white strips and a white convertible top. And it goes really fast.
It was with this car that I once made a serious mistake that damaged my ego…he had just painted it and was putting on the chrome trim and I went down to the garage to, um, “help” him. He was ignoring me (at least I thought he was) while trying to get everything just perfect on the car’s trim. I saw one his car magazines on the workbench, and decided the cover model had a good idea. So I stripped off my clothes and lay across the hood of the car, striking my best sexy pose. I called his name to get his attention (he was still ignoring me) and he looked up. I put on my best come hither look. He sighed and said, “Careful, baby…you’ll scratch the paint.”
I guess I should have been mad, but all I could do was stare at him as he went back to aligning the trim. I got dressed and went back to the house.
No…he didn’t get lucky that night.
But other than when he’s working on his cars, Jack is always attentive. I know it took him some time to get used to me and my lack of inhibitions, but he had time to do that before we became a couple.
You see, Jack worked for me for a number of years before we got together. Back then, I traveled a lot, and Jack’s job was to provide security. The short version is that he was my bodyguard. We were together all of the time, and he got to see all of my habits, good and bad. But somehow he still fell in love with me.
I never said he was very bright.
Like I said, I’ve known Amanda since she was about 2, and I met Debbie when she was only a week old. Jack and the girls spent a lot of time with me after he and his ex divorced and the girls called me “Aunt Melodee” during that time. When Jack and I finally figured out that we were in love, the girls already had that settled. I adopted both of them.
Now, along with JJ, the five of us are together.
And it’s going to stay that way for a very long time.
Happy birthday, Jack.
I love you.