Today is my husband's birthday.
43.
Wow.
He was 22 when I fell in love with him at the (illegal, under) age of 17.
It's hard to wrap my mind around how quickly the years with him have passed. And how quickly his hair has morphed into the "Little in the middle, but still got much sides." do. We would talk about growing old together when we were first married, but I had no idea I'd blink, shit out 3 kids and BAM. He'd be Forty Three.
Crazy, I tell you.
I wanted to post a few pictures of Young Tony, but sadly, there aren't very many pictures of him as a small child. In fact, I do believe I've only seen 3 baby pictures of my husband.
Long story short, both of his parents abandoned him and left him in Mexico with his Grandparents. Luckily, his Aunt loved him enough to bring him to America and raise Him as her own.
I went through hundreds of pictures today hoping to find just one of Little Tonito and amazingly, I found one.
And amazingly, it was one of him cutting his birthday cake.
This picture made me happy. Happy to know that despite all of the hurt he suffered as a small child, he did have moments of love and joy (thank you, Aunt Maria, for taking him as your own Son. Thank you so very much.)
Happy Birthday 43rd Birthday, Tony. You've aged well although I have to admit-- I'm kind of shocked that you're still as horny at 43 as you were at 25. But hey, I'm totally not complaining.
I know of exactly one picture of my boyfriend (of ten years, shouldn't there be a more grown up word?) as a baby. Perhaps a half dozen exist of him growing up. He did not have the same issues as Tony (Happy Birthday!), but he did have the unfortunate place as the last of seven children in a poor family. There were entirely too many other things to attend to and not enough time for taking pictures. I'm just pleased that I have the few that there are to enjoy.