The Man turns another year older today. Last week, he commented, “I’ll be able to collect social security in another 4 years, and you have to wait another 20 plus!” I almost threw the pillow at him. But this is a rare occurrence when our age difference really comes up. OK, it also comes up when we tend to settle on the 70s XM radio station in the car… but besides that. 😉
We’re almost two years married, and past five years together, and the age difference just hasn’t been a big deal like he thought it might be in the beginning. Sure it’s irritating when he gets mistaken for my dad, but I think it’s happened maybe three times in those five years. Like I told him, that won’t happen for too much longer, because men like him seem to stay the same age, almost impossible for a woman.
Mine is young at heart. He doesn’t act his age, by any means, and anyone who knows him will attest to that. And although his body has begun to give inklings of not being what it once was (i.e. after a day of hard, laborious work, he may complain that he isn’t 25 anymore… Nope, you’re not even 52 anymore!), he still runs around with the neighborhood kids, still has wrestling matches on the futon cushion with The Boy, and still surfs for hours on end in the summer. We just hiked the dunes at the state park this morning!
Mine knows himself quite well. He knows how stubborn and pig-headed he can be, and is quick to apologize for it. He knows his “triggers” and can give me a heads up if the kitchen counter is getting too cluttered for him before it becomes an issue. He can read me like a book, too, and knows before I even say anything that I’m upset. Having experience in relationships can be a good thing, if he’s learned his lessons well.
Mine is responsible. I don’t need to worry about him going off half-cocked on someone because he’s angry. I don’t need to worry about bills going unpaid, or cars being repossessed. I know that when he tells me something, it’s the truth. I know that for the first time in a long time, he feels responsible for me and The Boy, too, and that he enjoys that responsibility.
Mine likes to teach me things. It can be irritating, living with someone who is almost always right. But he is, and that just leads me to trust his judgement. He also likes to teach me stuff, and I like to learn, so it’s a win-win.
Mine is experienced. My mom reads this blog, so I won’t go into this too much, but trust me. It’s worth considering an older man just for that. Yes, indeed.
Mine knows how rarely you get a second chance. He’s careful with me because he knows how wrong it can get. He knows how lucky we are to have found each other and to be such a good fit. When you spend a long time being alone, you don’t say things that can’t be unsaid, and you don’t do things that can’t be undone. You cherish the ones you love.
He makes me a better person, and I can only hope I have the same effect on him. There were so many reasons it shouldn’t work between us, with the difference in our ages being one that seemed a big deal five years ago. But we were younger and less experienced then. We’re older and wiser now. 😉 Happy Birthday to my one and only Man!