It was my birthday this weekend. Turns out I have a lot to be happy about. Some of my wonderful friends turned up to my house to eat, drink and share in the general merriment that was my birthday. I received gifts and cuddles galore. As far as birthday's go this one was a great one. I've had my fair share of un-exciting and un-eventful birthdays. One year I even had myself convinced that I had gotten the day wrong. But this year was well and truly the opposite. From the well wishes on my FB wall to the phone calls and texts from loved ones, I felt so special and really loved.
Which got me to thinking, why don't more people feel this love on any given day of the year?
For me it's simple. One day of the year that is about you specifically. Where people celebrate the momentous occasion that is the anniversary of your birth. Expecting more than one day is kind of greedy. If you want this feeling everyday, well its just not possible. You have to look for the love. Take a look into your partner's eyes and see the love they feel for you. Your friends show it with simple gestures or even just making time for you. But your kids (if you are lucky enough to have them) they show it everyday. Even when they are being shits. And lets face it most kids know how to be shits on the days when you really need them to be angels.
Having been without the company of my own little shit for the better part of two weeks, I can tell you that I missed even the temper tantrums. Having a birthday that didn't even include an "I love you mummy" was kind of surreal. But she is back tomorrow and I guarantee by tomorrow night I will be completely exhausted by the time she goes to bed and yearning for the weekend where, to quote my gorgeous younger sister, "I didn't get drunk, I got more awesome."
So to those that helped me celebrate my escape from the womb 28 years ago, thank you and much love.
xxx
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