My original intention was to write a letter to my husband’s best friend on his birthday. But the more I mulled it over in my mind what I would actually write, I realized that it would be much easier and safer to write “about him” instead of “to him.” And so, I decided to have Steven help me make a list (big surprise) of the favorite memories that, for us, paint a picture of the quintessential Charlie Brown (look it up Cha Cha, but please don’t actually try to say it).
1. the ever looming back spasm (not sure how to spell the sound he makes, but we can imitate it rather nicely – geh gjk)
2. attempting to hum “Somewhere over the Rainbow” while playing Cranium – not pretty, folks, not pretty – unrecognizable even
3. having him come behind you to put coasters under your drink glasses when you forget (although the twins have loosened him up a bit, I hear)
4. countless hours playing Tiger Woods ’04 in the recliner and big screen we put in his formal dining room while we lived with his family for a while
5. listening to Steven giggle like a little girl while he plays poker online with Charlie “at the table with him making comments”
6. the shared obsession with playing and purchasing board games
7. having our own personal “W” who we can count on to either misspell or more frequently misuse words in a sentence
8. the annual Vegas trip with the boys (don’t forget rule #1)
9. the unsettling feeling that a grown man who struggles to make a comment on a blog is actually packing a gun
10. years of making personal jibes at one another so that we never take ourselves to seriously
And although I give Steven all kinds of grief for the countless hours these two grown men spend talking on the telephone, and I lovingly refer to Charlie as Steven’s “Brown Bear” because their relationship reminds me so much of J.D. and Turk from Scrubs, it is really because I am jealous that I have never had a girlfriend like Charlie Brown.
But seriously, thank you, Charlie, for the awesome friend you have been to my Steven all these years. I truly think that because of your friendship he is an even better man than when I married him. I sleep better at night knowing that Steven has someone like you to share the burden of manhood with and that you understand all the pressures that go along with being a husband, a Daddy, and a Christian in the workplace. It means so much to me to know that you are holding him up – with your prayers, your love, your companionship, your sense of humor, and even your harassment at times.
Thank you that no matter where God takes us in life, we are certain that we can always count on you to go along with us. Thank you that when our final medical hope to have another child of our own was lost, you sent an email message with no subject line or words – because truly sometimes “there are no words.” Thanks for getting our pain and sharing it with us.
On your special day, may God return to you some of the blessing you and your precious family have been to us.
Good grief, Charlie Brown, have a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!