patricio realized recently that, though most indications point to his being born in 1962, he is still thirty years old. it was for him a pleasant discovery, and one he shared with our nephew upon his turning fifteen this month. adam, strikingly similar to his handsome uncle in appearance, quickly deduced the likelihood of inheriting the thirty-year miracle as well, given their undeniably strong genetic ties. in fifteen years, he decided, he'd also begin an eternal thirty-hood.
given this recent development, and given the nature of the day, it's clear that i'm catching up with my husband. in fact, beginning officially at 10:31 am mountain time, only one year remains before we're neck and neck. we'll then share thirty-hood together, though the ethan hawke wrinkle beginning to make itself a comfortable home between my eyes causes me to wonder if i'll get to sit still on the three decade mark for more than a year. as the blind man said, "i guess we'll see."
celebrating this last leg of the track on the way to thirty, patricio sang me awake to a bilingual birthday medley. not sure about how to say the "dear" in the "dear alisa" part of the american song, he improvised with "my sweetheart," which made my own heart melt. out of bed and on the way to a glass of water, i was met with a pyramid of roses, lilies and sunflower, a love note fitted between the stems. he'd brought the arrangement home last night, hiding it in the garden among the callas and the aloes, silently placing it inside this morning with dew still on the petals. even with my gravity-defiant bed hair and pillow wrinkles across my cheek, i felt no less than incredible. leave it to romance to work those kind of miracles.
my cumpleaños is very feliz.