Yesterday was my birthday.
In the early, way to early morning, I drove French Husband to the train station, he will be away for several days on business.
When French Husband asked (over the last several weeks) what I wanted for my birthday I said:
1) That I wanted to go clothes shopping for him since that last time he went clothes shopping was 1969.
2) And I wanted a handy man... for the house.
We he balked, "I have clothes. I can fix what needs to be fixed..." I kissed him, ran to the car and waved goodbye saying, "Shopping for you when you come home. Happy Birthday to me."
Very happy, to be happy, for the want of nothing....except a handyman for the house.... and in the end if French Husband doesn't want to go shopping he can run around naked and I won't mind.
Thank you for your birthday wishes I am going to wear them all year long.
I heard over and over throughout your comments the truth of happiness. When asked "What was one of your fondest birthday memories?" Many of you did not say it was "something" but more it was "someone": The gift of feeling loved.
Those loving memories that your shared are indeed the best gift, and a gift that gives forth.
Thank you for sharing your happiness with the readers of Tongue in Cheek and with me.
The out of the hat winner is: Mmd. Tortoise
"A favourite birthday happens to be my 53rd. It involves a boyfriend from 32 years previous and red french silk beret.
I was 20 when he rode his motorcycle into the side of the hospital where I was a student nurse. He sustained serious injuries to his shoulder, and fortunately I was able to ensure he received extra special care.
It seems he never forgot that, even though we only saw each other a few times once he left the hospital.
Thirty two years later, he heard I was undergoing chemotherapy and he managed to find me via email. Shortly after, from San Francisco he came because he wanted to be a part of the group who were caring for me. He arrived on my 53rd birthday bearing the gift of not only himself, but also that of the most beautiful red French silk beret for my bald head. On it went, and off we went to the home of dear friends for a celebration of my 53rd"