I love birthdays. My birthday. Family birthdays. Strangers birthdays. I love waking up and feeling like the day is a grand, beautiful holiday. Last year, we moved into our current home on my birthday. We ate mac and dairy free cheese with peas for dinner. We ate it looking out at the park, exhausted and at peace. I can't remember the year before; I think that means I really am getting older. This year was special too. I enjoyed my last farmers market in Bloomington. My husband and I had a golf lesson (he is better than I am) and we all had a wonderful lunch. I think I napped, but I don't remember that either. I know I packed, but that got lost in the many wonderful things that happened that day. I went for a bike ride before I made dinner. It really was a grand day.
Today was my daughter's birthday. It was also my husband's. I hope my daughter always feels as delighted by her birthday as I do. After all, her birthday marks the day I got one of my best presents ever. I hope my husband feels loved and treasured even in the midst of the chaos we call our life.
I love this part of Sept. The stretch between my birthday and theirs is sweet. The anticipation and joy strings the days together. Every call or card is the knowledge that we are loved. Our safety net of friends and family is far wider than even we could reasonably travel in a year. We are blessed and grateful.
Birthdays are good. Very, very good. After all, it's not every day that you can get a free crown, balloon, popsicle and extra tokens at Chuck E Cheese.
2 comments:
I didn't realize Daddy and Daughter shared a birthday! That's so special.
I thought of you guys yesterday. So glad you all enjoyed a delightful day. Hope you can stop by Gatortown on your way to Celebration. :-)
Happy late birthday to the lot of you! :)
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