Wednesday, January 26, 2011
I had a birthday last week. I have had soooo many of them that I really didn't think that this one was anything particularly special. But it was. And what on earth does that have to do with dead skunks? Well I got this card from my sweetie.
"That's just great. Hear that, Harold? One carrion per person." read the card from my sweetie. Now that may not sound sentimental and it sure didn't come with a 'fly first class on your birthday ticket.' But it came with this great appreciation of my love for a good play on words. Yes, it's a bit quirky and slightly twisted and, now, you too have a little insight to my quirky sense of humor. I loved it.
My daughter in law called at a the crack of dawn because she wanted to be the first to wish me a happy birthday. My daughter called from work to ask if I would be home for a few hours. Yes, of course, I am usually home. The flowers arrived not much later. My son phoned from Afghanistan and the orchids he sent arrived at the same time as we were talking, half a world away from each other. So special to open them while we chatted.
All of these experiences were surprises. I felt absolutely wrapped in the arms of my little family's love.
I've spent a week reflecting on how much little things in life mean to the everyday. I am grateful for this life that I have been given. Ups, downs, it's a good life.