And then, there are those who look on their birthday with joy. Joy for having been given another year to live life, be with family, share with friends. That's not to say there is only one choice. Every birthday is different.
Today, on my birthday, there is joy. I am well and truly blessed. I also started the day with tears. The good kind.
You have to understand the type of relationship we have to understand how sweet this is. I will be the first to tell you that I am not primarily a romantic person. My husband is a fantastic mate, partner, husband, father, etc. He does so very much for me to help me be a better person. So, when flowers show up, they are even more special because they are not the most common way we express love.
And I would have it no other way.
He also brought me what has to be the sweetest card EVER. For a man who can be silent, he does a phenomenal job at finding what he wants to say in the middle of a Hallmark card.
After work, I thought I'd go have a birthday dinner with myself. A little time alone to celebrate me. That idea lasted for about five minutes.
Birthdays are about love and togetherness for me. So, hubs had to work. So what? Ziggy was still at home. And while he might not fully understand the "specialness" of birthdays. I do, and I wanted to spend it with him. Instead of a steak and veggies and free birthday cheesecake, I had Sloppy Joe's made with my son. One of the best birthday dinners to date.
The day started with tears. The day ends with them as well. Both times, good tears. My day has been one of joy. Thankfulness for another year of life. Appreciation for more love than I ever could have imagined.
And anticipation for what the next year (if I am again so blessed to have it) will bring.
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