50th plans

My brother turned 50 last month. To celebrate he ran a marathon in Paris, then went and ran with the bulls in Spain yesterday. Today he is at the Tour de France watching the cyclists.
With that in mind I started thinking about how I would like to celebrate my 50th birthday. I decided we should go somewhere great since it will coincide with our 25th wedding anniversary.
Yesterday Russ was feeling pretty sick. He was in bed most of the day with an upset stomach. At night I was taking out my contacts when he came in the bathroom. I asked him if he was feeling any better, he responded, "I kind of feel dizzy now". I finished taking out my contact and looked back, to see him collapsed on the floor. I ran over to see if he was O.K. and found his body lying on the tile, totally unresponsive. I kept shaking him calling his name, his eyes were opened, his face pale and lifeless. After a minute I ran to call 911. I thought there was a chance that he was dead, because he was so lifeless. I kept calling his name and soon he said, "what" and slowly started to regain consciousness.
He finally was able to get into bed, after resting on the tile floor for a while. He still looked so pale and shaky. He almost looked like a corpse. After a few minutes he started seeming like himself again. His head and neck hurt alot from hitting the tile, and his chin had a slight cut, but he seemed to be alright. I knew everything would be O.K. when he said, "You know, this experience really makes me appreciate the football players that get slammed and get right back into the game. Right now I feel so lousy there is no way I would want to go play football." I was glad to know this experience did not alter his personality in any way.
You never realize how much you take for granted until, even if just for a split moment, you think it might be all taken from you. I am so grateful to not be a widow. I'm so grateful I can still look forward to him coming home for dinner and playing with the kids, and talking to me about his day. I'm so grateful he can still inspire my everyday by all the patience, love, and compassion he frequently shows me.
I no longer care what I do on my 50th birthday, just as long Russ is with me to celebrate. Luckily neither of us is very interested in being gored by bulls.