Yesterday Radley turned 26 (we're exactly six months apart — opposites attract?) and we found ourselves looking back on all the birthdays we've spent together. There have been so many changes for us year after year, with different cities and houses and, ahem, hair colors. What a whirlwind it's been...
For his 21st, we hopped on a plane with ten of our friends, and when I told the flight attendants about his birthday, they made him a peanut crown and offered the group lots of free whiskey. We booked the wrong hotel, drank vodka in an ice bar, competed in some really serious dance-offs, ate brunch at midnight, ate room service at 3 a.m., and danced and danced and danced some more.
At 22, we had just moved back to Chicago, where I was in grad school, and for Radley's birthday, I helped him check a stadium off his sports bucket list with a trip to Notre Dame. We made a ridiculously, impossibly long playlist for the road trip, spent an embarrassing amount of money on Irish gear, ate our weight in french fries, and vowed to come back again the following year...
... And so we did, celebrating his 23rd with Touchdown Jesus.
24 came just months after Radley proposed, just weeks after we'd moved to San Francisco. For his birthday, we headed to the Bridge School Benefit concert, watching Arcade Fire and Mumford & Sons and lying on the lawn with our friends. It was a new city and a new life and it all felt so exciting.
And his 25th meant it was time for another concert, because we're nothing if not creatures of habit... This time it was Dave Matthews, right on the heels of our honeymoon, months after "I do."
This year, I went for a bit of a curveball — I threw a surprise get-together at Bar Bocce in Sausalito, a sunny little spot right on the water with a fire pit, a bocce ball court, and sand that looks out on the bay. It was so sweet to see him feel surprised, and afterward, it turned into a BBQ slumber party at our house, with a bags tournament and Its Its and everyone going around to share their favorite Radley memory.
Happiest of birthdays, Radley — and here's to a lifetime more!