In an effort to give my husband just the right gift for our anniversary, I went to the store to pick up everything I would need for cupcakes. The man loves his sweets.
I was checking out with my ingredients and the very young cashier said, "It looks like you're making something." So I told her that I was making cupcakes and she asked if it was someone's birthday. Very inquisitive young lady, yes? I explained that they were anniversary cupcakes and she said, "Oh, is this your first anniversary?"
"No, it's our fifth."
"Oh...were you high school sweethearts or something?"
Ah, bless her curious little heart. She thinks I'm in my twenties. Maybe even my early twenties.
"No, no. We were both about 30 when we got married."
So there you have it. She thought I was really young. Then suddenly, she thought I was really old.
Totally cracked me up. Just you wait, friend. Just you wait. Before you know it, 30 will not seem old.
Speaking of 30 (which I surpassed about...well, you can do the math), I went to Julie and Julia yesterday. I loved it. Julie, a government worker who sets out to make hundreds of Julia Child's recipes in one year and blog about it, turns 30 in the movie and finds out it's not so bad.
(And also, Meryl Streep is absolutely brilliant as the endearing Julia Child.)
The way blogging was portrayed in this movie was actually quite accurate, right down to Julie's husband getting really tired of how a blog has taken over their lives.
When Julie blogs, she calls her husband a saint quite frequently, chronicling their daily lives and painting him to be quite the superhero because of all of his support and all the craziness he puts up with while she makes her way through many a french recipe.
And he hates that. "I'm NOT a saint! When you say that it makes me feel like an a-hole!" He screams during a fight.
But it's what she really believes. Despite his shortcomings, she sees him as good. So good in fact, that her love colors him with sainthood.
No one wants to be called a saint, really. We all know how totally imperfect we are, so it feels, for that person, like an enormous lie. But most of the time, the one who speaks those words really believes them to be true.
I'm going to make cupcakes now. For my husband. He's the one standing behind me in all that I do.
He's a saint.