Our perception of time is interesting. When we have it, it’s often wasted. If we are fortunate enough to know when it may run out, we want to savor it. When it’s gone we miss it.

After losing so many coworkers and relatives including my parents, time is always on my radar. It has been since I fell ill with an autoimmune disease in 1993. And, I’ve been constantly reminded about time’s fleeting nature through dozens of procedures and biopsies. 

Now, time is on my mind because my husband turned 50 today, a half century old. We’ve marked his birthday together since he was 35. We shared it first as friends and then as so much more. We’ve evolved, growing closer and more resolved to spend the time we have together. 

I wasn’t sure how we’d celebrate this year since my husband had been gracious enough to spend his birthday with my dad (June 10) for more than a decade. This year, in particular, I wanted this time to be for him. I wanted to make sure he knew his birth and existence has enriched my life.

I look fondly back at our past. I cherish our present. And I am grateful for whatever time we will have in the future.

Happy 50th birthday to my husband! 

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