The love of my life turns 27 today, which in his mind is almost 30. But I see it as an age where people finally stop carding us for rated R movies. Oh wait that’s just me. When Derek was little he professed that he wanted to be a Ghostbuster when he grew up, and although it turns out that I won’t be marrying a Ghostbuster in a couple of months [and instead settling for an Architect] I hope that our future children are going to be just as cool as the little boy in this photo. I mean he fist pumped before all the cool kids coined the phrase. And look at that hip action. That’s some serious excitement. I can just hear him saying “yessssssssss!!” As children of the 90s often did.
This is also the face Derek makes when I bake cookies, when I ask if he want’s to watch every Star Wars in order, when I say I’m going to Target by myself, when I let him eat the rest of the cake we ordered, when new Apple products are released, when any function we’re invited to says “open bar”, when I make any reference from Super Troopers, when he has a cherub on his lap and therefore has a permanent excuse as to why he can’t help with anything, when we turn on 24 hours of A Christmas Story, and when I said I’d spend the rest of my life with him.
Here’s to you my little ghostbuster. I hope that you always find this much joy in the little things.
I love you.