I can't say that I hate birthdays, but I can admit - out loud - that I struggle with growing old. Is it because if I only knew then what I know now, I'd make different decisions in life - better, life altering decisions. Or, is it the realization that this life is so heart-breakingly short. Perhaps it's facing the fact that my body no longer feels as young as my mind.
where-is-that-slow-motion-button...
Then he rolls over ... happy birthday my love
*UMPH*
Later that night, as I walked from the warm hallways of school out into the cold, wet night, it struck me - I know NOW what I didn't know THEN. An epiphany that only comes with age, I gather. I no longer had to find my way, but new the way. I was reinvigorated.
I then came home to candles lit, Hot Tub Time Machine waiting to be played and the most wonderful display of love. Ever.
Waiting for me was a hand-made card, a hand-made/hand-written bookmark (I'm usually a find-anything-handy bookmark maker), two bars of my favorite Cadbury chocolate, and a promise that 'your gift is in the mail'. (He bought me a charm necklace with our favorite saying on it)
It was pure bliss. Love overload.
I realized then, in my thirty-three years, age has afforded something invaluable - appreciation, love and the self-assurance to be vulnerable.
The card Shelvie made - a three-dimensional montage of his favorite picture of us (recently taken in September while in Vegas). I'm like a proud pa-pa ... look at his crafty-ness!
I'm still waiting for the necklace - ha, ha!
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