Mr. Man becomes a senior

At the last stroke of midnight on May24, the celebration of Mr. Man's natal day will begin. Each year it is anticipated with grand expectations and fanfare. As it approaches, I begin to feel the pressure about what to do about this misters birthday. He doesn't want a party, he doesn't want a cake, but he DOES want a pile of presents, with wrappings and trim. The little boy has never left him when it comes to birthdays. I swear, if Sheriff John were still alive, I would hire him to come and sing "Put another candle on your birthday cake" every single year! I've got to dig out the cap guns and holsters so we can run circles around the house playing cops and robbers. There will be games of some sort.

So what do you do for the man who has every thing, wants for nothing and desires gifts that only the Trumps or Hiltons hand out as party favors?  I'm rushing to figure it all out- on the fly- and hoping it's good enough and not too disappointing...because I think what he really, really, really  wants is a huge T-bone steak dinner with Paul Simon, on a yacht, during a cruise to a private Greecian island where Gordon Lightfoot waits for him with cocktails and  performs a personalized rendition of the "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald".

Even better would be a ride as co-pilot in his Sea Monkeys aircraft, landing on some aircraft carrier and getting a tour of the decks and bridge.  (Oh yeah, we've already done that....4 times!)

As I plan and ponder the perfect day, I do wish my Mr. Man the happiest of birthdays. He join's many of as a recognized senior citizen this year, and I've got to admit, he's rockin' those double 5's pretty darn fit and fine.  It is unbelievable I met him at the tender age of 14 and have watched him mature into the man he is today. (or was he molded and coaxed along by the adoring wife?)
If its your birthday today, let it be merry, do a birthday jiggle, and I hope cake and ice cream make an appearance in your honor.

Happy Birthday Christopher.