The Wild Boar and I call each other Hunna.
It all started during my first pregnancy one night around midnight. I remember calling downstairs, begging the Wild Boar to make me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (and of course to deliver it to my bed). Ladies, you all know during the first pregnancy is when requests like this get answered in a moment’s notice. I took full advantage. Terrible but true.
Anyways, I was calling him, “Honey, honey, honey bunny (most likely he was on the phone with a patient and here I was wailing for food from my bed) honey, hunna, hunna bunna, hunna, hunna, hunna”.
He made my sandwich. delivered it to my bedside and started calling me hunna. I called him hunna back. I know, it’s uneventful, but the name stuck and nine years later, we are still using it.
We loudly and proudly call each other Hunna across store aisles, in airports, parking lots and restaurants. People stare at us like we’ve used some crazy term of endearment. Is it really that odd?
We rarely call each other by name. In fact, I’m sure if he called me by name I wouldn’t even answer him, thinking he wasn’t talking to me.
Well, today is my Hunna’s birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUNNA! And even though we can’t be together, the kids and I are thinking of you and sending you a very big, birthday hug.
I love you and am terribly lucky to have found you. You are the keeper of my heart and dreams; thank you for always handling them with care.
What’s amazing about this day is not only is it my Hunna’s birthday but it is also the birthday of two of my very, very close friends, Tarri and Kristy. These two women have and continue to enrich my life each year I know them. I can always count on them in a pinch and both have brought so much to my life. Happy Birthday ladies! You. Are. The. Best.
Overall, January 14th is a pretty spectacular day.