(Cross-posted from Writer’s Gone Wild)
I decided to write my weekly post this morning (NZ time) rather than late yesterday afternoon as I usually do, because I figured later on this morning I might have something semi-interesting to post about.
Why? Because right now it’s Friday the 21st January, 11:15 a.m. NZ time, and today is my birthday. And it turns out I was right: I’ve had a magical morning that I’d like to share with you.
I gotta say, by the time you’ve had as many birthdays has I have — and let’s just say I’m now officially nearer 50 than 40 and leave it at that — it’s the little things that make birthdays special.
Things like this:
Your kids waking you up at 7 a.m. on the dot to wish you happy birthday.
Foregoing your birthday sleep-in to share the bed with your kids and the cat. (Might need a king-sized bed next year, LOL.)
Opening up handmade birthday cards from your kids and reading the most amazing, heartfelt messages about how much they appreciate you being their mom.
Discovering your daughter has taken the shiny white gift wrap and the fancy, way-cool designer tape her dad bought, and customized the gift wrap, before wrapping your gift. (You bet I opened it really carefully and saved the gift wrap!)
Discovering DH bought a bottle of champagne and a box of fancy handmade chocolates, and he’s bought them back to bed. Better still, he’s hopped back into bed to share them with you, because he’s arranged to miss a work function and go into work late.
Watching your son walk very carefully into your bedroom because he’s juggling a plunger of “proper” coffee and two cups with just the right amount of milk. Magic!
And then your daughter follows him in bearing a bowl of cornflakes with no milk… because she’s arranged the cornflakes in your bowl into a heart-shape. (The milk came separately, BTW.)
Watching your kids angst over which gorgeous, hand-decorated chocolate to choose from the box.
Saying, to heck with it, let’s eat the entire box of chocolates with breakfast! And seeing the delight on your kids’ faces, because these are pretty darned expensive chocolates, and they know I’m a chocoholic, and they had told me they’d only have one each, and the rest were mine.
Discovering that chocolates don’t just go beautifully with champagne, and very well with coffee, but they’re fantastic with cornflakes, too.
Turning the ribbons decorating the gifts into earrings. And watching my son and my husband clown around with these hideously garish things dangling from their ears.
Unwrapping a new steering-wheel cover that DH helped the kids choose. My old one is tattered and I keep catching my fingernails in it. The kids noticed because — unsurprisingly — most of the time I’m using the car to ferry them round the place.
Laughing out loud when DH dares son to try to use the steering-wheel cover as a hula hoop… and he accepts the dare.
Basking in their laughter and storing these precious moments in my memories.
Listening to daughter debate with son what kind of birthday cake they’re going to bake me. (I don’t care what kind of cake it is, or how it turns out. It’s enough that it’ll be flavored with love.)
Knowing that DH is going to cook tonight, even if he’s tired after a week at work and some really late nights working on a project, so I don’t have to cook.
Accepting lots of extra hugs and kisses.
It doesn’t get much better than this. No, actually, it doesn’t get any better than this!
P.S. Feel free to leave me a Happy Birthday, Maree! comment…. not that I’m hinting or anything ;-)