I am very fond of my birthday. \u00a0I suppose it comes from my Mother’s ability to always make us feel very special for that one fabulous day, in any small way she could. \u00a0 I’m not a big fan of Halloween, (much to the disappointment of my children) and instead have a great wish for it to be over, because that means my birthday comes next!<\/p>\n
November 2nd,
\na very special day.
\nit’s my day .. \u00a0it’s my birthday.
\nThis is the day when people think ..
\nof you,
\nand they are kind
\nto you
\nand you will most especially feel
\nWonderful!<\/p>\n
Now, this puts a lot of pressure on my beloved husband. \u00a0The hopeless romantic in me, starts to anticipate just how wonderful it will be, how he might spoil me, surprise me, and pamper me,
\nand just how
\nI will beam!
\nMany times family commitments, obligations and sometimes tight finances have hampered efforts. \u00a0My husband doesn’t come from the same family upbringing as I. \u00a0Maybe birthday’s were celebrated differently, a little more low key.
\nMaybe men,
\njust aren’t as silly
\nas we
\nAnd of course becoming a Mom, my efforts are often spent on making my children’s birthdays as special as I can, and I am happy to just come later. \u00a0 I appreciate an occasion being acknowledged, but I am never about the present, or who has missed ‘the’ day on the calendar.
\nInstead of having my ‘special day’ pass unnoticed, or feeling a little let down, a few years ago I decided that it should not rest solely on my husbands shoulders to make me feel special. \u00a0That I was completely in charge of this! \u00a0So every year, I hold on to the thought of something I would like, usually a book (or two!), and that’s what I order for myself. \u00a0When my package arrives, I open it gingerly, I make it a point to not look closely at any bit of it, and I wrap it neatly in lovely paper.
\nWhen I do have one, I often make my own birthday cake – as I am the cake maker in the family- \u00a0I put just as much love and care into it’s construction and decoration.
\nI don’t grumble, or begrudge the fact that i ‘have’ to make it for myself. I quite enjoy it, \u00a0and I do love cake!
\nMy birthday
\nIS
\nalways special,
\nto me
\non the inside
\nit connects me to my heart
\nto who I am
\nto where
\nI am
\nto where I
\ncome from
\nand to where
\nI am going
\nto what’s important to me
\nand to what
\ntouches me
\nand fills me up
\nand that is always
\nKindness
\nand
\nLove<\/p>\n
and these are my gifts<\/p>\n
Later, when I open the presents that sit on my table, wrapped and packaged,
\nI am Gratitude
\nand I am Joy<\/p>\n
and then …
\nI come to this –<\/p>\n
little parcel,
\nfrom my husband
\nwrapped in plain white paper,
\nstuck together with a large piece
\nof masking tape,
\ninside is the tiniest little rusted tin box
\nwith a hinged lid<\/p>\n
and \u00a0this
\nlittle tin box
\nhe knows<\/p>\n
contains
\nmy
\nwhole
\nheart<\/p>\n
and this …<\/p>\n
is all I need
\nthis<\/p>\n
is Love \u2665<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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